Toronto Sun: How deceptively gentle she appeared, as she gnawed lazily on the grass and gazed curiously at her fleet of human company. During a trip to the north, I had the privilege of befriending the animal crowned as Lord of the Arctic. She struck a queenly figure, even though all she did was poke her nose in the air, offended by the foreign smell of gumbo soup, and snoozed with her beautiful snowy face resting on her paw. There’s no hint of savagery in ‘ol Fluffy’s carriage, …