Risto glared back at Flak, his back fur bristling as he opened his mouth to protest. Letting out a huff, he closed his mouth in a sulky pout. "Uncultured swines." He muttered under his breath, flattening his ears as he glared roughly at the coydog.
Salva let out a wry smile at the feline's response, but she turned back to Flak and the two, searching their faces for any sign of emotion. Shrugging, she gently licked Quinn's ear, wagging her tail slightly. "Welcome." She murmured, glancing around. She was unsure of what to do now - the group certainty was a large one, and she would rather stick with two or three canines than this. Clawing softly at the ground, Salva averted her gaze at Flak. "What should we do now?" she questioned, feeling a little impatient.