Blind Seer was pleased to see Robin crouch down. It was always so much easier to deal with someone when they were closer to your height, something that humans so often failed to take into account with him. (Then again, they often failed to take his intelligence into account. It was often advantageous, but equally often frustrating.) He stopped short and bobbed the quick bow that he had learned most humans took as a greeting.
Behind him, Firekeeper had started forward again. Away from them, luckily, and for the moment Blind Seer wished to keep things that way. He whined softly and flattened his ears against his head. Damn this whole situation. If only Doc were here... but even Doc's considerable talent couldn't cure death. So Blind Seer turned back to Robin and reached out to take a mouthful of fabric--very gently, he knew from long experience how dangerous his teeth could be to fragile human skin--and tugged in a direction away from Firekeeper, whining softly again.
((If that's not okay, let me know and I can rewrite this post.))