Birds the word

The raven fluttered up to Wylan's shoulders, settling himself down and preparing for his royal carriage. He was more than happy to be ferried around. After all, he'd never had the option before and now that it was presented to him, he would fully take advantage of the opportunity. All the while Wylan walked and talked, Krakarak listened. He leaned a bit so that he could see the side of Wylan's face while they toured. "Krakarak like mountains and beach and trees!" He would thoroughly enjoy flying about here and getting more acquainted with the wolves and the places that he could poke his beak into. He wondered if there were seagulls that he could bully...

"If water shallow! Krakarak like doing the splashing in the shallows! Feels good on feathers. Krak!" He was about to follow up with a question but the word "smithy" drew his attention. He tilted his head this way and that as he searched for the word in the pages of his mind... but he came up blank. "What is 'smith-ee'?" He readjusted himself so he could lean off of Wylan's opposite shoulder as they neared an alcove. That way he could get a close look at this "smithy" and the creature working within.

The bird had no names for the things that he saw beyond "alien". It was warm and there were so many interesting things to see. He croaked in awe as he took in everything that he could, including the brightly colored wolf that was there. "Is nice to be meeting you! Krak Krak!" Yes yes, polite and all that to make sure he was being good but what really grabbed his attention were the "pins" that the she-wolf indicated. "Shinies!" The bird blurted out before flapping his wings and flying over to the surface to stand over the pins. "Krakarak can have?" He pointed to the fourth pin with one of his talons.