"So, some of Chrysalis' lost little ones come back home to roost, and what’s this? A little gift for your fallen queen?" one of the bigger changelings piped up. He bore armour on his forelegs, with little else to distinguish him other than an orange shell worn on his back, under his wings. His eye covers were of a similar colour, denoting him as originating from one of the western colonies by ethnicity. "You can drop the disguises. We know what you are."