((Naw. I like the large male, or aka Rosco. ;3))
Padding towards the end of the cave, Risto slouched down onto it, carelessly dropping his herbs to the ground. Sighing, he shivered as a sudden blast of wind swarmed into the cave. Shaking out his pelt, he stared down at his ripped claw, frowning. He felt helpless since he didn't know what to do. Sighing again, he curled up against the den, stretching out his forepaw with the broken claw as he tucked his head into his fur. Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep, the rain and the wind fading as his sense closed down.
Dusty headed into the cave, eyeing Micah when she let out a snarl. Shyly padding up to her, he glanced down at the fae. "Um, would you like me to stay near you again?" he asked, his fur ruffled as a blast of wind hit them.