Birds the word

Warm bathing pools. A "smithy" to make metal --likely shiny-- items. It sounded awesome here! Who cared about his old home now? He was perfectly content to spend his days lounging about here with his future-king wolf! "Can make shinies to wear? Krak?" He was no stranger to ravens or other birds wearing items to make themselves prettier. Heck, it was the whole reason he painted his claws purple but he'd never had any sort of metal objects to wear. How cool would that be?

"Ya, ya! Krakarak! Like that! Krak! Is good name! Krakarak give himself good name!" He briefly turned his attention to Iggy before looking back at the items before them. He would never waste an opportunity to brag about his name if he could help it.

Nor would he ever waste an opportunity to brag about anything, really.

Just like he wouldn't waste the opportunity to pick up that pin. He cawed triumphantly as he was given the go ahead, he dipped his beak down to pick up the pin. Then, he began strutting around on the surface for a few moments. Showing off the shiny object in his beak. It was when Iggy asked the question that he transferred the pin from his beak to one of his taloned feet that he settled down and turned to her. "We meet out on big metal thing. Thataway! Krak!" He pointed northeast-ish with one of his wings. "Glacier try to eat Krakarak but Wylan save him! Krak! Then, Krakarak agree to help with flying for tasty snacks! Krak Krak! Then, we come back here! Krakarak live with Armada wolfs now!" And then, he picked up the pin in his beak again, resuming his strutting about. Leaving Wylan to fill in any holes in the story that he wanted to.