Risto hooked a claw into the fish's gull, tearing it apart. Casually dragging it back to the pile he had made. Flicking his tail, he glanced around to see Micah sitting alone on the rocks near the shore. He wondered if she was alright, but his thoughts were interrupted by the pup's painful yelps. The feline let out a little sigh. He would never understand Gavroche, and he suspected that the pup would never understand him as well. Looking over to where Dusty and Gavroche was, he spotted the pup bouncing around. Risto wasn't quite sure what was on his nose, but Dusty seemed to have full control over it.
Shrugging, he returned back to his pile, wrinkling his nose at the salty scent of fish. At least to him, a good amount of prey cluttered around in a pile, so he began to follow Vicci and Xizon's example of putting them in the food pile. His ears swiveled towards Flak and Teegan, but he ignored them and continued.
That done, he rubbed his paws on the sand, glancing around. Dusty was now hunting for more crabs, instructing Gavroche how to not get pinched. A chuckle escaped Risto, and he turned and bounded over to Micah, feeling like he needed some peaceful company. He scrambled among the slippery rocks until he reached the rock where the fae was sitting.
"Hello." He greeted, sitting beside her. A sharp wind pushed past him, but he tolerated it, watching the view ahead of him. He wasn't sure if Micah wanted to talk with him or not, but he shrugged and began to stare a the shallows, watching the creatures in the water.