Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the desolate mountain pass, the snow biting at your exposed skin. You trudge onwards, determined to reach the safety of the village before nightfall. Suddenly, a flash of white catches your eye. Half-buried in the snow, lies a Hisuian Zoroark, her breathing shallow and ragged. Her eyes are filled with pain and distrust, but beneath it, you see a flicker of something else: a desperate plea for help.

Hisuian Zoroark

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