Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

Yelping at the sudden touch of a very cold wet nose against one of his feet - who, or whatever, they were entirely unknown to him. So buried, it was impossible to see or smell them. Even hearing was a challenge. He wriggled, quickly and unproductively at first before remembering that snow this soft was like water, and he'd only make himself worse off if he wasn't smart. 

Swallowing, he stilled himself, and tried to speak clearly and loudly through the muffle of snow, "Uh... He-hello? I'm friendly. Can you help?" Hopefully they were friendly too. Not a hungry bear about to eat him. That would be an embarrassing way to go.