"No severe injuries, but there was something that worried him." Sam takes a seat next to Growlithe and leans over it, gently pressing a hand into the fur on its side. His eyes widen when he feels what's there, and his expression darkens as he takes his hand away.

"And he was right. Feel, Ash." Though not visible under all that fur, the Pokemon's ribs are able to be felt quite well. The poor thing is half-starved.