Sun Mote Copse Sanitized, alone.

This was apparently not something new to his mother's mind grapes. He listened quietly as she spoke, his own thoughts pointing out all the ways in which he wasn't that great of a candidate for this job. Most of all, it was simply the original point his thoughts had taken. Who would follow him? What did she just say about breeding pairs? Wait, what was he a viable candidate for?

This was a lot to think about. "But... Who would even..." he started, stumbled and stopped. The one thing he wanted to say felt too embarrassing to express. The rest was too self-detrimental. But, given the choice... "I don't have any friends." In his head, this was relevant, and also something that had been weighing on him since his trip to Moonspear. And actually, it was sort of relevant. With no friends, who would follow him?

"I mean.. Okay, I do," he corrected, feeling idiotic, "But they... Well, they left." To follow Osiris, and he didn't see them up and bailing on the young leader so soon after joining him. And then suddenly a new thought struck and his ears slid back on his head as he gaze drifted away from Towhee. How good of friends were they if they'd left him behind? This conversation had really taken a turn.