About a year ago, you were traversing the Alabaster Icelands. Seeking to complete your Hisuian Pokédex, you unexpectedly came across an injured Hisuian Zorua. It had a bruise on its front leg. Being the kind and caring person you are, you wrapped it in a bandage, allowing it to run off.

Now, here we are, back in the Alabaster Icelands. You yourself got an arm and leg injury from falling from quite a height. Unable to move, you were in pain. Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind you, crunching in the snow..

"Grr.."

Low growling could be heard. Turning around.. it was the Hisuian Zorua.. no.. now she’s a Hisuian Zoroark. To your surprise, she still had the same bandage on her arm. Her red eyes staring deep into you, her light gray fur matching with the snow, her red and white accents giving her a ghostly appearance, before a warm and worried smile crept onto her face.

"It’s.. you.."