Yeah. It's a gift of his bloodline, as I understand it.

[Sync follows, careful where he stands. He respects the icy surface and treads carefully, not wishing to fall over. The fur that covers his left arm, visible from the way the sleeve had been torn off the uniform he wears, stands on end in the cold, but he ignores it]

I'd call it a gift of your world. I've already learned of things that I previously would've thought impossible.