Flak's large ears perked forward as Teegan began to talk to the cat from earlier and help him. "Heh, I'll leave you two alone." He murmured to Teegan, slowly pushing himself to stand on his shaking legs, an obvious bit of pain shooting through his chest with the movement. Letting out a muffled huff, he shook the pain off and gave a subtle nod to the shepherd and feline. As he began to limp off for his normal area patrols, a bright shade of white caught his eye. He turned his head to notice the white shepherd that he remembered helped them fight, but he hadn't seen her since. Tilting his head in confusion as to why she was alone, he decided to confront her, limping over to the dumpster and clearing his throat. "You gonna join to party, or are you one of those dogs who likes to fly solo?" Flak questioned, glancing up at the fae.
Gavroche immediately shut his trap after Dusty's signal, halting rather quickly on his paws. His gaze traced the brute's which led to a plump rat that barely was noticeable in the dark street. Glancing over at Dusty, he mimicked his actions, dropping to a low crouch. Caught by surprise at the tan male's quick kill, the pup hopped up to straighten himself up, his tail pumping. "Wow! That was awesome!" He barked, loping over to the brute and stopping at his side. He tilted his golden head as Dusty asked if he was going to hunt. "Pff, of course I'm gonna hunt!" He exclaimed, leaping a couple feet away facing the darkness. He raised his small muzzle and scented the air, quickly catching the distinct scent of the many freakish rats hidden by the dark. Gavroche lowered an eyebrow and smirked, glancing back over his shoulder at Dusty. "Watch 'an learn." He murmured, unnaturally quietly compared to his normally boisterous tone. Using his small size to his advantage, he crept around the far right of his targeted rat, though his bright golden and light brown coat did make him stand out a bit against the blackness. He kept completely silent, a skill he had perfected only for hunting and stealing, and stalked closer and closer to the unsuspecting rat. Without further to do, the pup launched himself through the dusty air and tackled the large rat, which
was a good size larger than his small stature. The momentum of his lunge had the rat toppled over to its side, monstrous squeals and screeches escaping from its maw as the pup locked his needle-like young teeth into its neck. After a couple of minutes of the rat thrashing for freedom like a rodeo bull, it began to weaken as Gavroche relentlessly kept his death grip on its throat despite its thrashing. With a loud huff, the rat tipped over to its side, where Gavroche let go only to adjust his grip on its throat to cut off its air supply better as it gave in and let out the last choked, quivering breaths of life. Once it had stopped moving, the pup released his grip with a small puppish growl, spitting some of its oddly dark blood out of his mouth. "See! Told ya!" He barked over his shoulder at the brute with a cocky grin.
