Said figure wavers, as Ezra with his footing in the sand. He tries to focus, reach out with his senses more, to find the best path. It's not quite the same as how Kanan (had) learned to make his way through the world, blind, but the principles apply.

Then he feels the frisson of a living presence, that's almost familiar, and he lifts his head, to squint. Someone riding...something, he thinks.

No guarantee that someone's friendly, but he'll take his chances. Lifting a hand to wave, he calls out, voice cracking in the dry heat, "Hello?"