Gilded Bay rhythm is a dancer

his excitement multiplied by her own, the komondor descended from the rocks with tail wagging wild, landing before the dancerwoman.

"славуј." he said in his birth tongue, then with a grin gave a handier pronunciation. "slah-vooy, songster aend wanjerer, atch yeour service!"

he attempted to circle her, as to smell her better, still mirthful. "aend who may yeou be, daencer, that mather natchur hasn't yet fed?"