Risto let out a huff as he glared at Gavroche, before stretching out on the ground. Resting his head between his paws, his ear flicked towards Jip and Cara as they murmured among themselves. He felt himself bristle as he heard his name mentioned a few times, but they seemed to avert the conversation to a different focus now. Sighing, he rolled onto his back, bored, as he stared up at the cave walls. He blinked as he scented dried blood on Flak's pelt, and he remembered that he should start treating the wounds again. A huff escaped his mouth again as he rose to his paws to face Flak. He almost dipped his head towards the brute, but he caught himself before his head could drop low. Disgusted with himself, he gestured towards the tunnel as he spoke.
"I'm gonna go out and get some herbs for the wounds." Risto announced towards Flak, angling his ears at the brute, waiting for his response.