Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

The attitude changed, so she continued on with a cheery grin, unmindful and rather uncaring toward an earlier mood, "suppose so! But ain't it feelin' nice?" The winds every now felt great through her thick mane and pelt. What really bothered her was the damn winter! Even her lion's mane gets too cold with that! Oh how long that season was too, but like last year, will mosey through it. Maybe build something out of the snow- probably. She may hate it, but hey, gotta make the most of it, winter doesn't just go away.

"Aye? Name's Norsamu, ya fellow traveler. How about ya?" She didn't mind the question and introduced herself with a happy cackle.