Trottkin Coldstone climbed out of the wreckage of his downed plane and peered around the forlorn alpine forest. The frosty wind blew through his locks, and a beard sprouted from his face in response. With hardened eyes that were actually quite soft, he spotted something in the distance. A lone Lopunny sauntered sensually before him, oblivious to its onlooker. Steeling himself like a steel object, Trottkin pounced. He slammed the Lopunny to the ground with mountainous force. The hare grunted in confusion as Trottkin performed a haymaker to its face. He quickly handcuffed the brutalized beast to a nearby tree. Proud of himself, Trottkin admired his new companion. He may not know much about these Pokeman folk, but he knew how to capture something.