Pon was a small Poochenya, and a rather unhappy one at that. His parents left him because he was a runt and he had to fend for himself. He was quite good at caring for himself (he should be after 15 years) but he was still lonely. He wanted someone to love. Someone to call his own. She didn't necessarily have to be his species either. Just, you know, not a snorlax or something. Ugh. He hated snorlax. So lazy and fat.
Using his sense of smell, he tracked down some prey, a rattata to be exact, and hunted it. The rattata tried to dash away, but Pon's trained claws were too quick for it, and the rattata found itself to be lunch. As Pon was eating, he smelled another Pokemon. He instantly straightened up, not wanting to look savage or uncontrolled.