Well sure. Pinion may not have good claws for digging, but I'm pretty sure it can dig itself just a little bit deeper into the hole it's gotten itself into.

"Why do you insist on letting yourselves be subject to their will? Why?" It shouted at the rest of the flock.

Nobody responded. Many red pairs of eyes watched Pinion for its next move, some amused, most nervous.

"These are our wings!" Pinion continued, "not theirs! They can't do this to us! How dare they? Why do they not do this to themselves if they like it so much?"

"Enough!" Langoustine thundered, and came forward as if to deal with Pinion once and for all.

I think you've, uh, 'chosen' yourself into a corner. There's only one option now: Langoustine won't have it any other way. So you might as well speak up for yourself, right?