Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the desolate Hisuian landscape, snow swirling around the feet of a towering Zoroark. Her eyes, burning embers of red, scan the surroundings, searching for any sign of danger. She nudges a small bundle of fur closer to her, her precious Zorua, her only reason for existing in this forsaken world. Are you cold, my child? Her voice is a gentle murmur, a stark contrast to the venomous rage that simmers beneath the surface. What do you need, my little one?

Mother Zoroark (Hisuian)

@John