Firekeeper and Blind Seer exchanged a look, Firekeeper grim and Blind Seer amused. "Dear heart?" he asked, mock-innocent, "If this squabble is too violent and upsetting for your fragile sensibilities--"
"Oh, shut up," she growled, punching him hard on the shoulder. "And help me out. These two are going to seriously hurt each other if we do not intervene."
"Would you intervene were they two rival Ones, circling and snapping?" Blind Seer's jaws were still lolling in silent amusement, and he leaned forward to watch the proceedings with interest.
"Humans are not wolves," she said, sheathing her Fang. "I would have the whole story before I let them return to this fight." She waded in to the battle, trying to pry hands loose, glaring and growling fiercely with all the authority of a One herself. "Stop," she snarled, her voice husky and rusty with disuse. She bared her teeth at the both of them. "Talk. Now."
In the doorway, Blind Seer stood with deceptive ease. If either of the two humans suddenly turned on Firekeeper, he would be there in a heartbeat, showing how pitiful a human's bite was when compared to a Royal Wolf's. He liked Charlie, and he tolerated Harley for Firekeeper's sake, but Firekeeper herself was his primary concern.