((Sorry))
A psst hissed into Dusty's ear, and the brute reluctantly opened his eyes. Gavroche was standing before him, urging him to wake up. Dusty glanced around to see that the rest of the group was moving, including Cara with her pups. Letting out a yawn, he sat up and used his hind leg to scratch behind his ear.
"Where're we going?" he asked, a little sleepy as he turned to the pup.
"Where are we going?" Cara's light voice carried across from the building room as she nudged her pups.
Flak glanced up, halting near the entrance as he raised his tail higher, stating that he was now in higher authority. "To the shore. And I don't want to hear any complaining." Flak ordered, his gazing sweeping around the room.
Dusty glanced at Risto, waiting for the feline to snap a rude remark about Flak's orders and authority, but to his surprise, Risto obeyed quietly, rising to his hind paws to grasp the herbs out from the crevices. The feline dropped to the ground and trotted after Teegan, his tail dropped awkwardly.
Dusty wondered if anything had happened to Risto last night, but he pushed away the feeling when he noticed Micah walking slightly behind Teegan and Flak. He quickly drew his gaze away--he was sure the pup would see him and then throw a fit.
"When we get to the shore, maybe we can hunt there with Flak's permission." Dusty told Gavroche, slowly pulling towards the group.