The wolf huffs a little, attempting to hide some of his excitement at the process. He watches the human remove their thick shoes, pleased to know he won't be dealing with the frustration of heavy footwear poking around in his gullet. "Much appreciated. I guess, uh, leave your clothes somewhere safe; maybe under one of the benches or something?" Swooce suggests, looking over to the long line of metal seats around the circus tent. "Or, you know, stuff them in me; I guess that'd be interesting too..."