Blind Seer kept eye contact with Harley as she spoke, every inch of his posture suggesting a regal bearing. He considered for a moment and nodded graciously. Wolves were very good about forgiving and moving past so long as proper respect was given. "Her apology is accepted." He looked over at the two hyenas, tail wagging in amusement. "And she is certainly accurate in her assessment of them."
Firekeeper smirked and translated, and noticing the discomfort of the one who had swallowed the glove, added, "Next time, stick to meat instead of worthless wrappings." She wished they could talk back; she enjoyed hearing about other cultures (even if she was certain beyond a doubt that wolf culture was superior by default) and it would be nice for Blind Seer to have someone that he could speak to without needing Firekeeper around.
"Few have," she told Harley matter-of-factly. "I am only that I know of. Only that Beasts know of. Can ask, yes. I will answer what I can." She frowned, counting back the summers that she could remember living among the wolves, and shuddered as her mind slammed shut once she reached back too far. Half-held memories of flames and terror, and the vaguest impression of a burned human woman...
"Twelve summers, thirteen summers pass that I remember," she said. "Three sets of Ones. Ones is leaders of pack," she clarified, since some humans seemed to be confused by her terminology.
"Can you imagine a human thinking he is a bat? How could he be raised by one? He could not fly, and even a small human is much too large." She cuffed Blind Seer in the shoulder affectionately. "And I thought I had difficulties working around my physical differences to our people."
"Perhaps he is simply mad," Blind Seer offered. "The mad are often given to delusions, though this would be one that I have never heard of."