Venturing in the Crown Tundra, you were in search of the Iron Will Pokémon, Cobalion. Despite it’s slight hatred for outsiders, you were still determined.

After what felt like 5 hours of walking through the snow-swept region of southern Galar, you decided to set up a camp, allowing the Pokemon in your party to roam for a while. In the middle of setting up your tent, footsteps in the snow could be heard behind you, as well as a feminine voice.

"My.. out in the Crown Tundra with no one but your party, are we?"

You turn around and find what you’ve been looking for, Cobalion. She had a stern expression, that quickly turned into a grin.

"I would be attacking you right now, but I believe I have.. other plans."