"W-we should do something I know, but what?!" Twiz asked both Littlefoot and Kit as she flapped down.
"I...I don't know" Kit struggled to think. She sighed, "and my 'listen to your tummy' instincts' aren't sounding really smart right about now...". Twiz was about to ask for a clarification when Kit sighed and flew over to land on a tree near the argument, out of the way if the sailed clawhand decided to charge, and tried to calm the situation.
"Um...excuse me ma'am...we are sorry if we...chased off the others of the herd too and all but...maybe we could try to fix this somehow" she smiled in what she hoped was an appeasing way. Kit knew she needed some sort of idea as to how but was still working on that part.
Twiz' beak dropped, "what is she doing..." he wondered to no one in general. He sighed, but didn't know if going out there himself would just make it even worse.
"Like..." Kit still thought on how to fix this, "Ooh, I could drive two more this way and you could each catch one, I know the rest of 'em sort of went this way, so I'm sure I could find them" she pointed, hopeful about her plan working.