Mothwing dips her head back. This twoleg is strange, and Mothwing distrusts "heroic dead" on principle, but his bouncy manner reminds her of an apprentice. Actually--she has no idea how to tell how old twolegs are. He's taller than the very smallest ones she's seen, but maybe twolegs are like cats, and apprentices are the same size as adults.

"Have you... finished your training?" she asks, trying to get a sense for his age.