She leaped around, snow flinging up from her paws until she looked up and admired the snow and ice falling around her. She would be interrupted by a man, standing around her. Though she wouldn't be her usually crummy, old self, she would look at the man with gentle optics and walk towards him with a steady step. "Oh, yes." she replied with a sparking grin, "And what, are you not?" she turned her cheek away from him as if she were offended, though she still held that foolish grin, "Do you not like what you see?"
She swung her tail around, flaunting herself. Zola was a queen in her own eyes. Everyone should be bowing down to her. And she was beyond beautiful, every man should be breaking their necks to look in her direction. This was all in her head of course though she had been around the block once or twice. She wasn't worried what others thought about her. She didn't need anyone by her side anyway.
