Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

She looked at Reverie with light skepticism. Dancing? Why would a wolf dance? She supposed it must be some sort of past-time enjoyed by those who had too much free time. Then again, a wolf like Reverie likely possessed the grace to be quite a good dancer. Unfortunately, she couldn't, for some reason or another. 

"Venison."

She answered simply- before she too shifted the topic back a pace. 

"Why can't you dance?"