With a sigh, and letting the ground walker sharpteeth eat first as she and her herd always did, Twiz's mother, and the leader of atleast her small herd of sharptoothed flyers, though follower of Redclaw's gang, landed and smiled at the job well done.
"Nice spotting out of that swimmer's herd Ma'am, as always" one of the other herd members commented. "Thankyou, but of course it was Redclaw who made the kill" she pointed out, lest his authority get pushed aside. "Yes" the sharptoothed flyer said, "but I still say our leader did an awesome job, as she always does, spotting out the swimmers for the sharptooth".
"A few more times of watching, son, and you will be ready to help as well" Twiz' mom ignored the other comment of her herd member and turned to her young son who had landed beside her.
"Uh, yeah mom, look forward to it" Twiz tried to lie. Truth be told he'd been trying to stick so much to what his dad was, a flatoothed flyer, that the idea of spotting out leafeaters for Redclaw and the others...what if he couldn't make himself do it? What if they saw him for the coward he was? But, if he did, and his father ever found out! He was torn between who he wanted to be loyal to.
Putting these thoughts behind him for now, Twiz circled lower to the ground, "Hi guys" he said to the others kids.
He smiled at the news of expected eggs. "W-well I'll make sure to help show the little guys around" Twiz told Hunter, "when he does hatch...if it's a he".