Birds the word

Splash! Splash! Splash! Water was sprinkled all over his body. Nice warm water, that would rapidly start to chill with the winter air but shhh, he wasn't thinking about that right now. Instead, he was focused on how wonderful the water felt as well as splashing it with his feet now that he'd properly gotten his feathers wet.

"Take long? Krak?" He tilted his head to one side, narrowing his eyes as he thought about it. Surely his feathers would take no longer than Wylan's fur, right? Actually, he assumed his feathers would dry much faster than fur. That stuff always seemed so weird to him. Nice and soft, yes, but weird to someone covered fully in feathers. "Shorter than fur! Krak!" Based on absolutely nothing but his own opinion, of course. "Is bright sun. Dry fast. Is no sun then is taking longer. Krak Krak!" But how long? He clacked his beak together thoughtfully. "Krak thinking half of quarter of day! Krak Krak! If no sun." Yeah, that sounded about right.

Now properly watered up, he flapped his wings and flew back up to Wylan's shoulders. Nestling in between the blades to absorb body heat while he puffed up his feathers contentedly. "Fur take longer, ya? Krak? Whole day for drying?" He felt he was becoming so very educated on canines. He would be an expert before he even knew it.