Moonsong Glacier the sun is not a-bed

The red man did not know why Winter Song approached as quickly as she did. She nudged his shoulder and in return he rested his head over her neck for a short time. No more than a couple of heartbeats. A tail wag. 

He noticed the rabbit fur. You put furs on you? But your pelt's fluffy! Are you that cold? 

Nonetheless, he nudged it, a whine that gave his intention as a question. You wanna hunt?

A small part of him kinda thought the rabbit's pelt made her prettier, but alas he could not compliment it.