The talk of eggs and mates getting to her a bit, Twiz's mom moved off to scout where she would be out of earshot of it a bit. It had been to make things as non-problematic for Twiz and his future with the herd and for the sake of her herd itself's peace that she had been forced to all but allow her flatoothed flyer mate, Trip, to be kicked out. Whoever said being in charge of an entire herd was easy had never actually done it, she decided.
Twiz didn't notice his mom's mood, and for once wasn't thinking of his dad, though. "I've been almost eated with lots of kills" he commented, "but then...I'm so little that's kinda easy" he shrugged.