Sam nods gently, briefly and gently petting Growlithe. He wants to comfort it, but at the same time, he doesn't want it to wake up right now; it might attack again.

"Yes, I have soft food that should be easy on its stomach. I'll make sure Growlithe gets back on its feet, you did the right thing bringing it here." He looks down at Growlithe again, lip curling in disgust. But it's not the Pokemon that he's disgusted at.

"Growlithe aren't wild around here, and Tracey confirmed that it's not one of mine. Either it traveled far to get here, or it has a human to take care of it." Under a very loose definition of 'take care', considering its current state. "If someone let their Pokemon get to this state, or even did this on purpose..." Sam growls at the very thought. He is not an aggressive man, and certainly not violent. But moments like this make him almost consider it. "I'll check with our local authorities, see if anyone has a pet Growlithe registered."