[ and korra arrives almost seven minutes after greg gets there, sitting astride her over-six foot beast, hands grasping the reins on the saddle. naga's long strides carry her easily and swiftly across the courtyard, but when she spots greg naga picks her head up and drops her haunches, coming to a skidding stop in the snow. with a tail wagging a hundred miles an hour, she starts to sniff at the young boy; korra, meanwhile, dismounts. ]
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Okay, okay Naga, calm down.