Flak narrowed his eyes at the wolf, swallowing down the wise-cracking remark he wanted to make. Thank you, captain obvious. We've all already figured that out. He thought to himself, but brushed it off and nodded at her. "Right, then." He turned to address the pack. "Since we lost most of our food supply in the attack, I'm going to send out a hunting party to bring back some." He announced, his authoritative voice echoing thoruhgout the cave. "Teegan, since you just returned, you stay here and rest." He smiled lightly at her, then turned to the others. "Now, then. Dusty, Micah, and Jip, if you please. Head on down to the shore and get some food." He nodded in appreciation, then glanced at the one remaining cat. "Cat, make yourself useful and go with Risto to gather some herbs... Without running off this time. If you two disappear again, don't count on another search party coming for you." He warned, still obviously not overly accepting of the cats. The black dog turned his attention to his newly determined hunting party. "Oh, and take Gavroche with you, if you don't mind. The insubordinate little whelp needs some hunting training anyway." He barked softly at Dusty mainly.
"But I'm-" Gavroche began to protest, feeling already confident in his current hunting skills, but his words were cut short as Flak shoved his small body towards the three dogs with his large forepaw.