"Goodness Gracious!" The stranger squealed, and Bayou pulled away from her. Hearing words, but finding no information within them that was worth remembering, thus it went in one ear and out another. She buckled low again and slid away from the stranger. Pushing with her narrow paws and slipping back amongst the fog that she so heartily disliked.
From the girl's vantage point, Bayou was a smudge of shadow surrounded by the salty fog of winter. Her snout barely permeated the thick soup that rolled around the two of them, and upon it was a toothy grin.
"Yes, well, we are the same." But not the same, not at all, non! "I am in no need, so be gone with you." She all but hissed in the stranger's direction, and then pulled herself away with a low growl.
Winter was here and there was much to do, if Bayou was going to survive it.