Sark had no idea how many time had passed while he was unconcious. The last thing he remembered was him realising he had no Berries left. However weak from hunger and the battle against Trevenant, he managed to stand up. "The best thing I can do now is look for new Berries...and avoid Trevenant and his buddies."
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"I can't seem to find any Berry tree that still has Berries on it," Sark sighed. "I don't like being helped, but it isn't a solution to starve because of a lack of food. It seems like I've got no other choice, I must ask another Pokém-" Sark suddenly felt chilly all of a sudden. "This...a hailstorm, in the middle of a forest?" Sark jumped out of the way as a Trevenant passed by, which seemed disoriented. "Trevenant are not used to snow, and I can't blame them for that. Still, I think it would be worth my while to check out what happened."
As he reached the center of the hailstorm, he saw some other Trevenant running around disoriented, from which his old friend who beat him up earlier. "Heh, serves him right. I don't blame him for hurting me, but I do for the theft of my Berries." Then, Sark saw a Pokémon run - no, float, out of the center of the storm. As the Pokémon went farther away, he storm subdued. "So, that Pokémon was responsible for the hail? I'm quite impressed, I must say. If I'm not mistaken, I saw her carrying some Berries as well. I may as well follow her and ask politely for some."
When he finally caught up with the Pokémon, he saw that she was sleeping on a rock, the Berries nowhere to be found. However, thanks to his olfaction, he was able to detect the small hole, containing the Berries. "Hm...I could just take them, but I have honor. If I just take them, I would be worth nothing more than that herd of Weavile." As he came closer to the sleeping Pokémon, he noticed she was a Froslass. "Now what is a Froslass doing out here? Well, for now that doesn't matter, I guess." Then, he spoke to the Froslass, trying to wake her up: "Excuse me, miss..."