After hearing the feral wolf's answer, Michen nodded. Carefully they walked over to what seemed to be a miniature snow forest. As they got close, they felt how the air seemed to get cooler with each inch they walked. After going on slowly for a while, they suddenly heard a soft crunch. Michen lifted the paw they just put down and looked at the ground. They saw their own pawprint in the snow. Carefully they continued, even feeling their scarf was moving in the wind.
Michen sat down, almost feeling like this had to be a dream. Yet, they realised, it was not a dream. it just felt so surreal to sit down in real snow after walking around on carpet or on metal plates. It seemed impossible, almost unthinkable. Michen just couldn't understand it. They almost didn't care to know this. This was the best thing that happened since they got on this ship. This area finally made the snow leopard feel relaxed, instead of worrying themself sick like everyone was locked up in a giant biscuit tin.