Redhawk Caldera Like a fallen star, or the voice of divine

Ruenna couldn't decipher what the wolfdog was attempting to communicate, spinning in circles like she was. A good-natured, albeit confused look fixed itself upon her features. 

"A.. a dancer?" she ventured uncertainly. "Are you saying that you're a dancer yourself, or.. or you're looking for a dancer?" Oh, stars. This was going to take a while. 

"Why don't you come with me? You can get something to eat, and we'll figure out a better way to talk." Ruenna backed up, gesturing over her shoulder invitingly. The Caldera had blind wolves and deaf wolves, and they had all figured out how to communicate just fine. Ruenna imagined they could do the same for a mute wolf.. or more accurately, a mute half-wolf.