The beast dances. He dances for revitalization. He dances so that they may feel his power. Power of life is returned to the soil with every print he leaves in the pressed ground. The dirt rises slowly around him. Swirling little mists of particles. He yearns to be the dirt, but it is not yet his time.
Slowing down, he blesses and thanks the ground for dancing with him... the powers above for keeping him.