Stavanger Bay Heave a pawl, O heave away!

She tussled with an imaginary foe while squirming in the sand, mildly amusing herself for a short moment. When Norsamu heard an unfamiliar voice, she stopped her squirming but continued to lay on her side, and only gave a wide grin toward the newcomer, "ahoy!" the white mands wolf greeted in a friendly matter while sand coated her black and white pelt.

"Ah, don' mind I, just fighting em thoughts, ya'know?" The imaginary foe was in fact the hard thoughts she held on the difficult matter to settle down. Instead of rationally thinking it, Norsamu hurriedly decided her movement, and flailed to stop herself from overthinking it. It was a good plan, clearly, that worked.