purple snowcone

Kuroki's fur stood on end and his skin prickled, but not from the cold. His breath clouded in front of him as his ears flicked forward, straining to catch the faint sound of approaching footsteps. His senses were sharper than this, trained and improved by natural talent, so why did everything feel so muffled? Like his head was being held underwater?  And then as though thinking about it was enough to break the spell, his senses snapped back into place he heard it louder, like the fog had lifted. From the corner of his eye hew saw a blue light, bobbing and dipping, though when he turned it was gone. This better not be a Willows sort of deal all over again, he'd lose his shit.

Horns? That you?

"Blue? Yeah I'm right here, lemme-" He skirted around the wall and clambered over the gap in the middle, hoping to catch sight of his northern pal. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes? Is the snow usually like this?" He asked, gesturing at its strange hue with a wave of his paw.