[The snow continues to drift slowly from the ceiling, each flake having a tiny white-blue glow at the center. Underfoot, the inch or so of it gives way and crunches like regular snow should. If it brushes against Tim's skin, it will feel like snow, melting away into droplets. Each breath he exhales comes with a puff of vapor like any chilly day. Only when Tim leaves the room (and the Nogitsune's sphere of influence) will he find himself completely dry.]

I found it.

[The snowfox on the bed turns its head towards Tim, jaws moving although it is the Nogitsune's voice that comes out. The snowcreature leaps off the bed lightly, curling its tail around itself as it stares up at him.]

With thieves I consort, with the vilest, in short. I’m quite at ease in depravity; Yet all divines use me, and savants can’t lose me for I am the center of gravity. What am I?

[Standing in the snow being asked questions by a moving snowman in the shape of a fox. What a day, huh?]