Birds the word

As Wylan talked and walked, Krakarak would turn his head to look at the things he indicated. His head cocked this way and that, inquisitive and keen. Items, yes yes, then the pools that he'd mentioned before. Warm water. It sounded quite nice actually. He eagerly clacked his beak as Wylan drew them closer and closer to the water.

He cawed excitedly and then launched himself from Wylan's back to land in the water. He splashed about, plopping himself down to get the warm water all over his iridescent feathers. "Is nice water! Krak! Very warm! Feels good on feathers! Krak!" He dipped his beak down to get the water all over his face then lifted his head to shake in a very sudden motion. "You like the waters? Krak? You splash around a lot?" Was this one of Wylan's favorite spots to be?