Instead of arguing, Misty nodded, "Yeah, I agree, but from what I hear it's because this other group of Claw Valley dinosaurs are trying ot take over this one, I guess...they're the only one's that can stop it" she shrugged, not really sure.
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As she flapped on, Kit soon spotted what looked like a sharptoothed flyer milling around about a small carcass, but carcass all the same. She felt like upchucking, but forced herself to swoop lower, "Ok...if you don't know Twiz, this could get ugly fast..." she realized. She fell back on some of the sharptooth she'd picked up from Twiz to Chomper and such.
<"Um, 'cuse mi, you sin Twiz?"> she asked as simply as she could get around to it. The sharptoothed flyer turned and Kit waited with baited breath.
<"W-what was that?"> the sharptoothed flyer asked. Kit swallowed and forced herself to say it again, or part of it, <"Twiz, you seeen 'im">. The sharptoothed flyer laughed, <"Well aren't you just the cutest thing, with that trying to talk and all!">. Kit tried to hold in her sigh, "Look" she fell back on flattooth, "it's kinda important that I find my cousin Twiz, so if you could stop laughing for like two seconds...".
<"H-hold up"> the predatory flyer waved his wings, not understanding all of the rambling, but getting most of it. <"Sorry, I...I have a dull life, ok so Twiz, yeah he's sort of the new leader of our herd, since his mom was the last one and all and he seems to have taken to our traditions rather than...">.
As she caught enough of the gist of it, Kit rushing forward to hug the unsuspecting sharptoothed flyer halted his statement. "Oh, praise the skylights, thankyou!" she exclaimed in joy.