Twiz sighed, "I don't know, I mean...I guess I do, it's just...". He sighed again, "Is it bad to want to be both, both a good scout and helpful to Redclaw's herd even if with this odd shape clawing eyes is about all I can do" the glider sighed, "but apparently I can't ever be that since I can't stand the scent of what I help kill so I probably couldn't stomach it".
He sighed. "Maybe that's where finding dad will come in handy" Twiz glanced up. Sure in terms of blood family, Twiz was lost to that answer, but that one flyer, Trip, to have saved him had been adopted by the then very little hatchling on the spot, and since getting lost, it had been the sole pursuit of Twiz' life thus far, with detour into helping hunt...
Twiz glanced to Longtail, "but I probably shouldn't talk like this, if I say I don't want to be anything but a grass guzzler it could get me in big trouble...I'm not even that though" he admitted, absently picking up and popping a crawly into his mouth, "that makes me gag too".
He sighed and flopped back again, "Is there such a thing as an in between ya think?" he asked Longtail rhetorically.