Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

His northern frame was build for running in the snow - the webbing between his toes catching his weight and preventing him from sinking through every time he even dared to take a step. It was like floating - walking on solid, fluffy clouds and it was amazingly fun for the nimble ghost. While he had been recovering, he had dreamt of running again, and now he finally could. It was a shame Jewels wasn't there to witness it all - witness her "little mute ghost" making friends in his own special way.

Finally, he was closer to her, but the moment he wanted to tag her, she was out of his sight. He had not been paying close attention, his mind elsewhere, and now he clumsily made a turn in the direction of his friend - causing snow to scatter and his heart to flutter. He made two unsteady steps, tried to regain his speed, but ultimately landed face-first in the poofy, downy snow with an "oof".