Be it grass, fruit, or beasts, whatever you eat, you have to live its part.

[He likes talking about animals too. Just not when he's just been yanked out of his forest and had a strange woman throw him out of a house. He looks at the Spearow for a bit, who tilts its head to the side. Neither say anything for a while, then the Spearow gives an "Erow". It preens a bit and straightens up, trying to look cool, then sags after a moment and looks disappointed.]

No, it wants to beat them up. Doesn't want to eat them after even. What kind of bird is this?