Birds the word

The bird croaked his next words with a sage nod,"Is best way to sleep!" In his oh-so-humble opinion. More creatures should sleep in trees, they'd soon see the merits of it.

After the brief introduction, Krakarak rode the wolfa ll the way up into the treehouse and found his beak hanging slack in amazement. "Is big tree-house-nest! Krak!" Much bigger than any of the nests that he'd seen in his old lands. The ravens never built anything to this large of a degree. He found himself more and more enthralled with this wolf and his pack.

Finally, when Wylan introduced his and his brother's room, he flapped off of the yearling's back and into the room. Landing amongst nest and peering around at the spacious area. "Krakarak want sleep up there!" He used a wing to point upwards towards the ceiling, looking this way and that to see if there was a suitable spot for him to make a comfy nest for himself. "He want big nest for putting shinies! Krak Krak!" He oh-so-loved bright, shiny things. Almost as much as easy meals.

Speaking of.

He flapped his wings and half flew half walked back to Wylan. He croaked excitedly. Eagerly taking the tasty berries from his lupine friend. "Ya, ya! Is good food! Krak!" He did a few hops, dancing from foot to foot in glee. "Oll! Ollie! Sen-ee-caw! Krakarak will meet? Are friends?" More people to offer up food? Although, none so important as Wylan, of course.