Sometimes I have wings, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I'm furry, sometimes I'm scaly, sometimes I'm feathery, and sometimes I just have a hide. I can be any color, and I've been really large, almost as large as an elephant, and sometimes I'm really small, like the cats that hunt rats for humans.
He shifted, curling up next to Theta with his head in his lap. Eight's still a hatchling. Though you don't smell entirely human. Sorta weirdy, but not quite. And a little fey, too, but that's not possible. Fey and weirdy and humans don't make hatchlings together. He lifted his head a little, tilting it as he looked at Theta. Which means you're something new. What are you?