Flak, while visibly angered by the fae's random attack on him, watched the fight intently, barking occasional dark yips of encouragement to Teegan. His tail wagged a bit as Teegan sent the smaller dog packing easily. "That's right. Get a move on, dog meat." He barked as she limped off, quickly turning his attention to Teegan. "That was great. Are you okay?" He instantly questioned, trying to hide the concern in his voice.
Gavroche leaped forward in excitement as the fight escalated. "Yeah! Rip her throat out!" He barked at Teegan, his tail rapidly wagging. As the fae turned away, Gav hopped in front of Teegan, facing the small dog. "That's right you better run!" The pup barked, scrunching his eyebrows. His short attention span shoving his mind, he quickly spun around and darted over to Dusty, skidding to a halt at the dog's feet. "That was pretty awesome wasn't it, Dusty! Didja see it!? I wish o could get into a cool fight like that! If that were me I'd too that lot apart!" He rambled.