"Lux, Luxray!" Luxray pads over to you, tugging you forward in this blizzard. He sniffs at the ground again, trying to find shelter. It's his fault, he just had to lead you out in the middle of a storm to train.

The Pokemon barks, squints against the land of snowy white. Trying to spark a light with an electric move, he huffs, pressing his large torso against your chest to warm you up, his pelt fluffy, enough to shield him from frostbite.

"Lux," he ruffs, nudging you forward with his muzzle.