The question of his sexual orientation never entered Firekeeper's mind. Ever since discovering (re-discovering, technically, though she pushed that out of her mind) humans, she was simultaneously amused and exasperated by what was to her a preoccupation with sex. Wolves mated when the season required it and remained in a more or less platonic state of affection the rest of the year, in what seemed to her to be a much more sensible state of things.
"Good," she said, nodding. "Is bad to be alone." She didn't take her eyes off of him as he sat, but neither did she tense or make any sudden moves to attack him. Neither did Blind Seer, who had contented himself that the human meant no harm and was now snoring lightly. Firekeeper scratched absently at him.
"Have home," she said, gruff voice puzzled. "And den in park. Here is warmer than park and food not hiding, so here I sit." It seemed self-evident to her. When it was cold and food became scarce, move somewhere warmer where food wasn't as scarce. Besides, it wasn't like this was the worst winter she'd endured by any means. What was a little snow as long as she was fed and reasonably warm, with good company and some music playing nearby?