Firekeeper looked up at the voice. Blind Seer opened his bright blue eyes and rolled them upwards but didn't move otherwise. He had red hair, like Derian's--Fox hair she had called it and him, grasping for the nearest familiar comparison.
Her nostrils flared as she habitually attempted to get a scent off of him, though it was usually comparatively little good for her. Especially not today, when all she could smell was wet wolf fur, snow, and the occasional drift of someone's food from the cafe. "Two," she said, husky voice pleased despite somewhat serious look on her face. "So not alone. Pack will come from there."
She sat back and studied the man, always on her guard. Blind Seer yawned, making sure to show off his teeth as he did.