Flak waited while the others went out to drink first, then got up to pad outside. Lowering his head, he lapped up some fresh rainwater from a bowl-like indentation on the rocks, his eyes focused on the sky. Raising his head back up, he licked his maw, watching the grey clouds quickly blow past up above.
Gavroche groggily lifted his head, glancing down at the others while they exited to drink and stretch. With a sigh, the pup rose to his own paws and lightly shook his dirty pelt. Limping down, he sought out Risto, hobbling over once he spotted the cat nearby. He halted a couple paces behind the feline and cleared his throat. "Hey, cat." He started, lowering his ears. "I, er- Thanks. For patchin' up my leg. 'An, I'm- sorry- for actin' like a bloody jerk..." He sighed, it visibly being difficult for him to admit his fault and apologize.