Chances were good that if he'd been left to his own devices, he wouldn't have survived the first day, and if by some miracle he had, it wouldn't have been much more than that. Because he was annoying, had been when he was still alive and while some of those grab-for-attention instincts had faded, none of them had fallen off completely.

So far, though, survival instincts had won out over the need to be noticed, for the most part.

To his credit, he was quiet for almost a half hour while he finished his drawing, and he uncurled slowly once it was finished, brow creasing a little as he inspected the page before offering the sketchbook over, "I know I've been saying 'bats' but it was these."

The creature was definitely bat-like with membranous wings and a pointed face, but that was where the similarities ended, because the 'wings' were more like a flying squirrel's wings, broad and square, and connected along multiple limbs down its sides, and that pointed face was opened into three prongs, all with shark-like rows of teeth, more than that there was a coiling, whip-like tail with multiple strands, at least twice as long as the rest of the creature's body.