((Uh huh. All that's really happened is Flak asked the group whether they'd like to return to the city or stay in the dip a bit longer. Gavroche and Risto are arguing again. Quinn is a new coydog whom Marie found relaxing just outside the dip. Salvage, Marie and Quinn are all talking, Risto is back with Blossom.and that's about it.))
Gavroche's ears twitched in agitation and he ducked his head, curling his muzzle in a snarl at the feline. "Oh yeah, ya little know-it-all!?" He barked, short chestnuty hackles bristling upright. With a snarl, the pup lunged for Risto as he brushed past, only to be snatched up by the scruff before he could tackle the cat. Gav squirmed in Flak's grip, thrashing his limbs and growling. "Let me go! I'm gonna teach that bloody fish-brain a lesson!" He snarled, writhing about.
Flak growled through his mouthful of Gavroche's fur and tossed the pup to the side, moving to place himself in front of him to prevent the angry mixbreed from getting at Risto. "That's enough, runt! I'll be having none of this nonsense right now." The black mutt snarled at the pup, standing over him in an authoritative position. He shot a glance over his shoulder curious of where Risto was going. Upon noticing the other canines on the hilltop, his curiosity peaked. Glancing at the others who remained still, he first nodded to address their opinion on moving, then half turned. "I guess we'll be staying here a bit longer." He announced, turning to Dusty. "Keep an eye on the half-pint. I'll be back." He murmured shooting a glare at Gavroche before padding towards the commotion at the top of the dip. "What's going on here?" He growled, halting near Salva and Marie. His ears flicked forward upon noticing the stranger. "And who are you?" He quickly questioned, arching his tail high.
