Khrakoa shakes the last shards of his egg off of him, then takes a moment to regain his poise after his temper tantrum. He looks around the room an sneers.

"What kind of degeneracy have I hatched into? The slave-beasts can be explained, but why are you three in my nest?" His wings droop as his eyes go wide. "You're not my clutch mates, are you? I can't be some mutt!"