
She enjoyed the cold. Although her mother had raised her, pretty much alone, she knew her father and she had always felt a draw towards the colder regions of the world. This meant that she generally enjoyed the mountains where her flurries of hail didn't melt and she could enjoy watching the tiny balls of ice roll around on top of the compacted snow and ice of the mountains.
Of course the problem with the heights was there was very rarely anyone to speak to. She did enjoy her solitude but the occasional frostbite not hare really didn't provide her with sparkling conversation. The thick furred goddess sighed and stretched out in the snow making a large lion sized snow nest while her tail kicked up flurries of hail which whipped around her.