Coconut Grove deta woh tumko bataa--

"Come all you young sailor men, listen to me." The black and white wolf temporary slunk away from her bay as the chilled ocean breeze brought weather she wanted to escape from. The white mane that settled around her neck brought a comfortable warmness that followed through with the rest of her core, but she did not want to stay still and embrace such coldness. She had thought to take a stroll to see further upon the coast, moving her body to keep a warm pace. Norsamu wandered downward even when the rain started to padder onto her dark head, "I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea!"

The weather may have worsened, but her mood did not shake, "and its! Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys!" It showed clear as Norsamu usual shanties rung out as she loudly sung her tales. She grinned madly while happily swiveling her body in a groove toward the tunes. Nothing seemed to shake her joyful and rather barbaric moods, "when the wind blows, we're all together, boys," not even the dampen mood of a wolf from afar, "blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow!"

A sunset gaze caught wind of a figure in this rainy weather, and so her tunes came to a momentarily stop as Norsamu called over, "Yo!" she loudly said, ignoring the saddened atmosphere the wolf contained, "great weather, aye?" She joked in a friendly tone, giving a large cackle to her own sarcasm.