Blind Seer jerked, and Firekeeper started. He lifted his head and sniffed the air, once, twice. "Someone is coming. Human. Male. From over there." He nodded to an area behind them and rolled to his feet. His hackles raised instinctively, though he didn't growl.
Firekeeper's hand dropped to her Fang, pulling it from its leather Mouth on her belt. She kept it just behind her so that whoever was coming couldn't see the fire's glint on the metal of the knife. She kept a cautious crouch behind Blind Seer, her hand on his shoulder for comfort. She thought that she could see a shape coming towards them--human sized, to be sure, though she couldn't catch a scent for herself over the interfering fire and squirrel. She trusted Blind Seer's assessment, and had no doubt that he could see them backlit by the small fire, so there was no need for stealth or hiding.
"Friend, thief, or bandit?" she asked, her husky voice made rougher by virtue of not having spoken Pellish for some months now. The distinction was an important one that she tried very carefully to hold to. Edlin had told her that thieves only tried to take your things, while bandits tried to take your life as well.