Hideaway Strath Schlammschlacht.

He watched with quiet fascination. He'd come across few wolves who greeted with their paws, used them more as gestured to a location. But he was enthralled in the simpleness of it.
He nodded, understanding easily.

Then she did a bunch of shit with her paws that completely threw him off. He'd seen her use her paws to motion before but didn't think much of it. This was totally new.
"Whoa..." He quietly breathed, wondering what he could possibly make of it.

Then she suggested doing one for him, which he dumbly blinked to before nodding.
"Yeah. This is wild." This secret, silent language. It dumbfounded him.