They made quite a pair, trotting down the street, wet and mud-spattered. The rain was hard enough to have plastered Blind Seer's thick fur to his skin, to say nothing of Firekeeper's stained cotton blouse. Had she known that the several days that she and Blind Seer spent in the park would contain rain, she would have worn her leathers.
"We should find somewhere to dry off a bit before we make it back to Charlie and Ted's house," Blind Seer said, sneezing through the rain. "I doubt they would appreciate having dirty water and mud everywhere."
Firekeeper grunted an assent. "Be on the lookout for an overhanging or some similar structure. I doubt any humans wish for us to make a mess of their businesses and dwellings."
Blind Seer trotted slightly ahead of her and paused, sniffing. Firekeeper did not bother asking him what he smelled, as she saw it too: a large vehicle ("car", she had learned they were called, they came in all shapes and sizes and smelled terrible) with a miserable-looking human girl next to it. "Do you need help?" she called, deciding that the girl posed no threat.
Blind Seer's tail drooped. He was never going to get dried off at this rate.