Sea Lion Shores just don’t know if i can roll into the sea again,

Still there was no reply, verbal or otherwise. Bat's brow furrowed. She was stumped. Her expression cleared a little, becoming more curious, when the black she-wolf scooted forward to bump against her foreleg. Oblivious as to why, Bat inspected the paw in question, then looked at the other yearling's face, then back at her foot again.

"What is i—" she began to ask, when it occurred to her. "Oh. Do you know ptero?" Bat wondered a beat before repeating herself with the sign again. -"Ptero?"- Come to think of it, she wasn't at all fluent herself, so she wasn't really sure where she was going with this...