"Black dog?" Risto repeated, confused. When he realized Blossom meant Flak, he gestured outside. "Oh, that's Flak. I guess he's officially the "leader" of our group." He explained. At her second question, he shrugged. "We just met each other at different times. One popped out there, another came over there, and so forth." Risto told the feline. Deciding to introduce the group to her at once, he rested his haunches near her. "I guess I'll tell you the names of them. You didn't some of them, but the white female dog is Micah, and the one with her is Dusty, who's a tan brute. You already know Flak and Teegan. Cara is the mutt with the pups, and Jip is the brown-and-white canine. Marie is the large wolf, and I have no clue about that malamute. And the last one is Gravroche the midget, who will always be last and will always be stupid." Risto finished, gazing down at the kitten. "I guess we should go out now..." He murmured, nudging Blossom up as he rose to his paws.
