OOC: So Twiz changed in concept...again. See instead of sharptoothed flyer the idea of him being what what Guido is (since we know there's gotta be more of 'em, Guido just doesn't know it) a "glider", who figuring out himself what exactly he is and going off his liking fish and not green food has guessed at an odd type of flying sharptooth; and actually as a confused kid I think he could pull off what he has been. In fact all that even gives me an idea here...
Twiz next landed, hearing the sharptooth's words. "Gosh yeah, Longtail" the orange patterned...flying...meat-eater (that much he'd figured out) said, "Those look deep" he frowned, looking at the cuts.
As he stood there, actually closer to the kill than he had been to any of the others he'd helped Redclaw's gang bring down, the death scent started to take it's first effects and oddly enough Twiz found himself scrunching his nose at the unpleasant odor. If he smelled it long enough it actually made him want to gag, but he didn't focus on this.
"Anyway..." he waved at the fumes, turning to Longtail again, "We should probably...wrap it, or something".