Birds the word

The bird kept his eyes on the trees around them, clacking his beak appreciatively at their strong and sturdy trunks and limbs. These were good spots to find all sorts of nooks and crannies, as well as different things to nibble on. He couldn't wait to do a bit of exploring through them."Tree? House? Krak?" He cocked his head left and right as he thought about it. Trying to search the vocabulary he knew for the terms that the yearling meant... but he was coming up blank. All he could think about was a nest in the trees, like any self-respecting bird would have. He'd never heard of wolves being sensible and doing the same thing before. "Is like nest? Krak! Nest in trees?" Maybe his companion was more bird than wolf. He had the wings for it. "Not need big spot to fly. Krakarak fit in small opening! Good flier! Krak!" As far as he was concerned, he was the best flier.

His attention turned to a dark wolf when Wylan turned his attention to him. So many dark wolves here, he could appreciate that. Black was a good color, a lovely color, in his humble opinion. So, this was the leader. He supposed he should try to make a good impression, especially if his wolf was going to be the new leader one day. "Krakarak is pleased to be meeting you! Krak!" He could be pleasant when he had a vested interest in sucking up, and when he liked the creatures that he was hanging around with. "Ya, ya! Show Tree-Nest-House-Thing!" Yes, he definitely wanted to see a wolf's nest in a tree! This had to be good.