"Greetings, me child. How goes it on dis wet, warm night? What's a pretty little ting like you doin' out in de bayou? Might bump into a Great Spirit in de mud wallows, y'heard? Mebbe ya have, child." Her voice has a thick Louisianan creole. She raises a thick, scaly leg from the mud and lies down on her prodigious, well-rounded side. Her fat, soft anthropomorphic gator body sinks with a bubbling squelch of mud as she gently settles into a reclined, easy-going posture. She props her inhuman, yet emotive gator head up on her paw and gazes down at you with warm, gentle eyes that instil a sense of profound peace, comfort and safety in your heart. Where you'd expect a typical alligator or gatorfolk person to sport olive or greenish scales, this creature was black like a tar pit, with khaki-coloured scales on her throat, bust, belly and backside. From her size and colour alone, you recognise her from the local folk-tales. You know her as Samunga, Lady of the Mud, The Great Gator Spirit of Fertility, Swamps and Rivers. Truly, this is a blessed night.