After speaking with Flak and Marie, Risto headed back to the cave, not wanting to be left alone with the wolf. I still don't trust her. Maybe she's planning to through a surprise attack? Risto wondered, snorting at his silly though. Why would she? She's been so kind to us...
"Ow!" Lost in thought, the feline didn't notice a fat, broken stick lying in front of him. Flailing, he tripping over the stick and face planted into the sand. Shaking out his pelt, he let out a huff as he glanced around, embarrassed. He was sure that Marie saw it, but he especially didn't want Gavroche or Dusty to see that. Examining his paw, he decided it would fine if he didn't put any pressure on it. Shaking his head again, he hurried back to the cave, hiding his paw as he entered the tunnel. As he squeezed through it, he slipped into his corner and curled up, wrapping his tail around his body. The tension between Dusty and Gavroche soon faded as the feline quickly drifted off to sleep.