Dante's outside at the edge of the house where the snow has built up to impassable levels.
The sun is casting shadows on the snow and on Dante, but where it hits him directly his fur is brilliantly lit.
"I am jus' a shadoe of my former self", says he.
But once he emerges from the corner, his new self virtually glows, and now HE'S the one casting shadows.
"Dat's more like it!" he exclaims.
