If a feline could giggle with amusement without being embarrassed, then Risto would.
He nearly fell over in a sneer of laughter at Flak's tail held high in the air. As he controlled himself, the sneer came out was a muffled snicker, before he covered it with a casual cough. Flicking his tail, he glanced around, wondering if anyone had heard him. He doubted it, but he was sure that Teegan had heard, although he didn't really care if she did or not. He trotted after Flak, making quick disgusted faces at the black tail, confirming that the brute was in an "authoritative posture" or "head leader". He wishes, Risto thought, lashing his tail. As Flak lead them into the shelter of an open lower floor, he quickly checked his surroundings.
Padding forward, he sniffed the ground, tracing for any scent of an enemy. But all he could pick up was a powder of dust and dirt. Letting out a sneeze, he sniffed before padding off and glaring at Flak. Trotting over to the entrance, he picked up his leftover herbs with gentle care and padded around to find the right spot to hide them in. When he spotted a crevice in the building. Lifting his forepaws, he balanced himself on his hind legs as he peered into the crevice. Cobwebs glimmered as Risto pawed them into a ball, thrusting them to the back of the crevice. He then nudged the herbs into the hole, pulling away from the gap. Shaking out his pelt, he bounded back to the group, his pelt almost gray with dust.
