Firekeeper saw the flash of Charlie bolting off growled deep in her throat. Was their new home under attack of some sort? Were their friends in danger? "Do you smell anything, sweet hunter?" she asked Blind Seer.
The blue eyed wolf inhaled deeply and growled as well. "Nothing save recent familiar human scents, and our faded ones. If there is a danger, it is not strange invaders."
Firekeeper's Fang was in her hand in a moment, and she padded swiftly in the direction that she had seen Charlie running. Blind Seer moved behind her, slower due to being more careful with the placement of his paws. Clicking claws were not stealthy in the least. Firekeeper shadowed the walls, eyes and ears straining for clues as to what was wrong. Even her less-sensitive ears could make out the sound of a struggle, and she picked up her pace, all but running.
She skidded to a halt at the sight before her, standing in the doorway with her Fang in a reversed grip and still damp from the water hose. Blind Seer peered around her and huffed bemusedly.
"...Charlie? Harley?" Firekeeper asked hesitantly, reluctant to break up the fight from long-ingrained wolf tradition. For all she knew, this was a dominance battle--though in her experience, humans tended to do such things in a verbal matter, and rarely bit when the altercation became physical.