Daine squirms out from under his hood and nods in answer to his earlier question.

To the dogs, still some way off, she suggests they wait by Andrew and try to keep him warm, if he'll let them. One of the incoming dogs feels like a terrier mix; the other is some kind of hunting dog and a bit larger, but they both cheerfully agree to wait with Andrew until she's done searching the park.

Then she looks at Andrew, wondering if he's going to describe his friend again. What was it--tall and blonde? It's a big vague.