He's settled in soft snow, but it doesn't seem to be melting through his clothes. It's cool but not biting, and the light in the sky is so pretty.

When the snow nearby starts to stir, he stares at it dumbly, feeling oddly comfortable, accepting of whatever it is about to appear. Some sort of dream logic, perhaps, tells him this is a benign landscape, unlike the one in the waking world.

And then the little face appears, and he thinks it's an exceptionally tiny rabbit at first, until it starts to bound over to him. He breaks into a grin and pulls the gloves off his hands to hold one out to the little creature.

"Hey, there," he greets. He has no idea who he's talking to, but it's pretty clear it's friendly. "Ain't got no food for you, sorry, but I'm a friend."