Norsamu was once a dweller in the Bay before leaving, and before it was occupied by a group. She spent quite a while at the beaches, mostly because her dearest treasure laid hidden in the rocks. Though with winter approaching, the treasure was limited and would dry up, and no more was there a thin chain keeping her by the waters.

Except she came back. And joined a Pack. Quite an oddity for her desire of freedom and adventure, it was out of the norm' for her to stay bound. However her social needs seem to conquer her desire, as the lonely behemoth shut her pride away to ask to join Stormrift. All she wanted as some fun in her life, Norsamu cared little to the need of shelter and protection, for it was easy to provide herself one. She was a warrior at heart, but a barbarian, who enjoyed laughter and shenanigans of play. A tavern was a place she could on dream to enter in the human realm. 

Though she got close to one, with the discovery of rum, "Aw, shit man." Sad to say it wasn't to be for the winter! For her rotten fruit to provide the juices have long been dried, and the leaves were crumbled into a lifeless dust, "shame! S'pose somethin' to look forward ta next winter!" But Norsamu didn't let it get to her, as when Spring would come she could taste the sweet nectar once more. So she laughed it off, despite a longing for the alcohol.

"Ahoy lassy!" The white maned barbarian greeted with a smile to the other, uncaring for the standard greeting most would give. She honestly doesn't give two flying fucks on 'formalities,' or being polite, only does her own 'sup' before going forward only continued onward in the conversation, "well ya see," she started, "got this fine buzz, called rum." Norsamu didn't know what the world 'alcoholic' was, as the world was limited to their standard fruits and live feasts, but she felt a somewhat 'buzz' whenever the drink was consumed. It gave her an ungodly amount of happiness, but at the same time she felt rushed, and needed to do what was seen. A good drink.

"Delicious, but mine dryed!" She gestured her black and white paw to the dead leaves, and extremely dried up fruit. They were the size of her claw as the bits have been left for quite some time, "an event tah' look forward once spring hits."

Her grin widened, "Why thank ya, ya a nice lass, ain't ya?" Norsamu caught on the words of praise, and of course, had an ego-boost. She of course never knew of her own accent, and grew up with wolves of similarities, but due to this, everyone had an accent for the pirate. It was similar to an American hearing the British, everyone to her sounded sophisticated, and noble! It sounded nice to the ears, but even though they sounded nice, she treated everyone in a similar matter. All mates until proven otherwise, if they're being a dick, then they're seafood for another. It's black and white, really, just like her pelt.

"Nay!" Her large paw slapped the ground, "aint leaves, it's the drink!" Her voice almost seemed offended if it wasn't followed with a chortle, "ya rotten fruits, the juices mixed with honey give ya the taste of dreams." Ah she dreams of the taste of dreams! Norsamu was patient to wait, but she couldn't help but feel her mouth water on remembering the taste of rum.

"Sadly, we must wait!" She had an exaggerated sigh, but held up a smile, "fruit only be in the other seasons, aye'? Can't enjoy yet." She was unaware of any fruits that grew in the winter times, for she never really searched. The thought never came to be, and even if she knew, where would it even be in these wilds? Travelling, and never staying in place, her blazing gaze never caught those small details in the one decade of snow. This was her second winter, which has been spent by the seas.

"But when spring comes," she Norsamu stated loudly, "we will feast, aye!"

She was more then happy to have others share in her ways of speech, aye, that'd be a bliss if it came to truth. Though she couldn't see someone like Ford, who was more of sophisticated speech then one of the rogue-like pirates, to talk any of slang she spoke of. Someone like Saucy though, the behemoth would be more then pleased to share words and the like with. Be a dream if the rest caught on.

"Name's Norsamu, ya casual wanderer of the lands and adventurer," but, "s'pose not any more now that i'm here!" She joked with a cackle, as perhaps her crossing of lakes and mountains wouldn't be as frequent anymore. Course', her nature wouldn't let it completely stop. The lass would have to ask eventually if she could take a month off to travel more of teekon, maybe with the excuse of 'knowing the lands better.' Sounds pretty good, "what about ya, lass?"

"A warrior, aye?" She could say she was a warrior too, though more of a pirate, of a scoundral. Even Norsamu knew her fighting at times wasn't 'honorable' as a warrior, as she would use a dirty trick here and there if required. A win is a win in her books, but others would through a fit, she remembers those times clearly, "s'pose then i'm a pirate now more then an adventurer! Maybe a warrior by Ford!" The maned wolf joked. Though would she be a pirate, or a rogue? Goes by land and sea, she could be all the titles, or none now that she was with Stormrift. She should ask Ford later, on what the fuck is her role.

"A fine name for a lass such as ya'self, sounds fiesty and sweet." A saucy name, quality.

"Aye indeed!" She so loved to laugh, especially when one egged onto her wild-like talk. Norsamu could already see enjoying this one far more then the others, as they both shared humor, much like another fellow named Velen. As long as they all weren't folks like Ford, who was large and strong, but took on the persona like a statue, she wouldn't mind staying around, and placing loyalty. Though loyalty has to be earned, aye!

"Ya don't say? I think ya a sweetie too though." And she laughed some more, complimenting the girlie for being a sweetie companion. What interesting names, the Pirate thought. Sweet and Saucy, who were their damned parents, haha! She couldn't help but continue, "ya got more siblings? Lemme guess, Spicy and Salty too! Ya got interestin' folks!"

Norsamu tended to call most ladies by the catcalling of 'sweetie,' or other, more girlie compliments. She didn't mean harm of it, and would most likely continue using those with Saucy unless the lass gave notice of the unwanted names. She thought most would enjoy such cute names, but forgotten that the Pirate wouldn't be too pleased to have it thrown back at her. Someone calling her cute? A sweet little thing? She was a behemoth, of unruly tongues and laughter! Not something many would call the maned wolf, especially as her more Pirate nature been known by the rest.

"Spicy? So tis' true! Wild parents indeed." Norsamu was giving a hardy cackle at getting one of them right, not expecting such names to become the truth, "sound fun, bet ya had ya own tales of adventure." With such easy-going names, the parents sounded like party-goers, whome she would've loved to meet one day. Would be a good question on why they named their kids such interesting names, as well as developing interesting persona's such as Saucy.