The arcanine pokemorph jumped over a log, yet again barely managing to dodge the pokeball. He growled as his breath began to leave him, how was this human keeping up with him?! Suddenly calming his nerves he sniffed the air, searching for the scent of his pursuer before catching an odd trail, no doubt his aggressor. (Odor Sleuth) Knowing where they were the arcanine turned on the spot and lunged in their direction.