It's the great pumpkin charlie brown

Takeshi had ventured out of the Ashen borders to Fern Gulley for reasons unknown to him. The night had drawn him out like a siren’s call, pulling his paws across the expanse of land from his homeland to the now barren landscape. The Ashen Dragon had been there enough to know that, in the summertime, the Gulley flourished with plant and animal life. It was packed with rare herbs that had his grandmother’s silver gaze light up as she gathered then and stashed them in the pack that he’d carried for her, unwilling to let the smaller woman carry them herself. But, in the dead of winter, all signs of this lush life was gone, replaced with fine powdered snow hardly blemished by prints other than his.

The earth sloped on both sides of him as he stared up at the large hills in the distance, watching the way the high moon that threatened to swallow up the star-blinking sky cast glowing highlights on their surfaces. A flash caught his attention not too far away and his glowing red gaze turned to look, barely seeing the silhouette of a rabbit already white with winter fur in the distance. He crouched, prepared to strike, when the rabbit’s head suddenly swung around, looking...directly at him? He felt himself freeze in place. Normally a rabbit would run after immediately seeing him, but it seemed this once had other thoughts in mind. This rabbit was peculiar in other ways as well...you see, it’s eyes seemed to glow a neon purple, rather than the whitish yellow an animal’s did in the light. What the hell?