Hoshor Plains do you want to build a snowman

After a second or two of struggling beneath the pile of snow, something did emerge. One might've expected his little triangular ears, or maybe his dark little nose, but the softest section of the pile was the rear - so up came his tail. Sprouting out of the layered frost like some kind of alien tulip. As more of his tail escaped confinement he wiggled it, wagged it, and finally stood it erect (heh) as he pushed off the earth with his forepaws, raising his whole butt out of the dune of snow. As Dingo back-pedalled to free himself he nearly butt-punched Speedy, who had drifted closer and was asking after him.

Hey, are you okay?

As his face was buried the longest, and his ears being stuffed full of snow and bits of pine needles, he didn't catch the majority of the question. The sound of a voice did register eventually, once he was free and able to shake the snow from his head, neck, shoulders, and everything else; it spooked him, and with the ice-induced jitters making Dingo tremble, he launched himself against the snow pile and face-planted immediately.

Not the best way to make an introduction.