Totoka River crooked river

He continued the two-step dance with an expression as dismal as the overcast sky, and her mismatched gaze watched his movements carefully.  She arched his paw the same way he did when he traced his steps, and he called out to her in turn.

She emerged from her hiding spot as her tail wagged in a slow back and forth rythm at her hocks.  A soft whine emerged from her scarcely parted jaws, her head cocked to the side as she mimicked his steady pacing as if she were asking, "What was that about?"