Now Firekeeper was well and truly confused. "But is greeting? Not need. Forgot to give when we met. Very strange greeting." New Kelvin had been strange, but their greetings had been relatively similar to those of Hawk Haven and Bright Bay, without the exchange of money. She looked over at Blind Seer and whined in frustration. "Just when I think I've come close to understanding two-legs, they do something and further confuse me."
"At least you can speak with them and not rely on an interpreter," he said, snuffling at Fred's hand. She smelled friendly. Good. "Speaking of which, I believe this 'Dean' wishes to know if you are cold."
The old wolf pride welled up in Firekeeper and she shook her head. "Not need. Cold winters before. Lived. No snow here, can survive in comfort. Besides," she said, patting the wolf's side, "Blind Seer keep me warm. What brothers are for."
He nipped at her arm affectionately, and she cuffed him playfully in return. It was quickly becoming apparent why the majority of her visible skin was laced with scars.