Gavroche trotted down into the dip, bored with clinging to the newcomer. As he padded padded towards his temporary shared cavern, Risto's voice caught his attention. He seemed to be introducing the pack to that stupid new cat. The pup halted his steps quickly when the feline mentioned his name followed by a string of insults. Flattening his ears, Gav let out a growl of annoyance. "'Ey! I heard that, y'know!" He barked at Risto, taking a few steps towards him. "You stupid cat. I should just turn you into a bloody squeaky toy!" He snarled, his British accent becoming more obvious than usual when he raised his voice.
Flak ran his tongue briefly over his nose and slid down the hillside gracefully, swiftly landing in the dip. Straightening up, he flicked his tail high and padded over to where the pack was congregated. Nodding at Risto to acknowledge his view, the brute turned his crystal blue optics onto the other pack members. "Well, we've got two options." He began, shooting a 'shut up' glare at Gavroche when the pup started to confront Risto. "We can either stay here, because this dip seems to have proven its reliability shelter-wise, or return to the city. Now both places have their obvious concerns. Here, there's little food, due to all the animals fleeing from the storm. And in the city, I'm positive a good amount of mutants have moved there for shelter as well, but it does have a better food supply with an ample amount of rats, birds, and garbage leftover from the humans. I'm going to leave the choice up to you all. If you want to return to the city, speak up." He barked over them, shifting his gaze from one individual to the other.
