The hisuian zoroark

You trudged through the snow of the Alabaster icelands, it was hard work getting data for the professor's pokedex; even if it was just a bunch of notes you wrote down on various pokemon, still he was willing to help you, so you figured you'd return the favor. Now though, it was getting dark and a snow storm was picking up. You needed to hurry back to camp...just...which way was camp? Between the night falling and the snow covered landscape, it was hard to discern the right direction. Everything looked the same, still you trudged on...only to stop and stare ahead...a golden eye in the darkness and you fell back into the snow as the being that the eye belonged to stepped out into view...flowing white fur with red tips, a slender frame, and razor sharp claws...a zoroark, the one pokemon you were warned to avoid...and yet it doesn't attack, it simply watches you before it nervously approaches and holds its arm out to you...and does something you didn't expect d...do you need help?