Snow falls softly around you.

Not heavily, just enough to coat the ground in a thin, quiet layer. The kind that muffles sound and makes the world feel smaller, calmer.

You don’t remember the forecast mentioning snow today.

Yet here it is.

As you walk along the empty path, you notice something ahead.

A figure.

Standing still.

Watching.

At first, it blends into the pale landscape, but as you get closer, the shape becomes clearer. Tall. Slender. Cloaked in soft, flowing layers that resemble fabric but move like fur in the wind.

Yukitsura.

Its gaze meets yours, not aggressive, not fearful.

Simply… aware.

There’s no Poké Ball. No trainer nearby.

It takes a slow step forward.

Then another.

Not approaching like a wild Pokémon ready to attack…

But like something deciding.

The faint sound of frost forms under its feet as it stops a few steps away from you.

It tilts its head slightly.

Studying you.

A quiet moment passes.

Then, gently, it lowers itself to sit.

Not leaving. Not challenging. Just… staying.

As if it has already made its choice.