Sneasel dodged of course. Without the ability to maneuver well on land, Cloyster could only defend and slip in an occasional attack against the speedy Sneasel. As it became obvious that Sneasel would once again be victorious, Tamaro decided there was only one way to put an end to this.

     "Hey Sneasel!" he shouted, distracting it. Cloyster hit it with a Clamp attack and Tamaro threw an empty Pokéball. Cloyster, Tamaro, and the injured Vulpix laying off to the side all watched as the ball shook viciously. Finally, it became still. Under normal circumstances, he would have been thrilled to have captured a new Pokémon, and his first Dark type to boot, but instead he just let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. He returned Cloyster to its Pokéball and crawled on his hands and knees over to Vulpix.

     "You okay?" he asked her, very concerned. Vulpix gave a weak but reassuring reply. Tamaro spent the next hour or so using the necessary Potions and means to heal his Pokémon until they reach the next Pokémon center. At last there was only one Pokémon that needed attention, although he was hesitant to release it from its ball.

     "...Come on out Sneasel." His newly caught Pokémon released into his cradled arms and lay there exhausted. He used some Super Potion on it as well, which perked it up a bit, yet it did not struggle.

     "I bet you're hungry aren't you? I mean, that is what you were after before I came along, wasn't it?" he said as he pulled out some food for it. The Sneasel accepted it and lifted its head up to give a little lick on Tamaro's face. Then it closed its eyes to rest.

     "You're one heck of a Pokémon, aren't you? I don't usually give nicknames, but I think you're worthy of a special title. Just a second..." he changed his holding position and reached into his back pack to pull out a tiny little book. The cover read Pokémon Names In Different Lands. "Here we are, Nyuura. I like the sound of that... It will separate you from the rest, because you're not just any old Sneasel."

     He returned Nyuura to its Pokéball and slipped his backpack on. Lifting Vulpix into his arms, he looked around the woods.
"And speaking of other Sneasels, they'll be coming out soon in the darkness. Let's get going."

     The woods all around Tamaro got darker and darker as he went, following the trail. Suddenly, he stepped out into a relatively bright clearing with white rocks all around, and he caught a glimpse of the setting sun once more, just for a second. Up ahead silhouetted against the sunset sky were the dark shapes of buildings. He had reached Blackthorn City.

     As he sat in the Pokémon center waiting for Nurse Joy to fully heal his Pokémon, he reflected upon the events of the day. The chilly morning breeze seemed like ages ago now. So much had happened, and he had been right, it was a lovely day!