The hand sniff gets a smile, but that quickly fades the second the creature unleashes the unholy amount of water that gets everywhere and elicits an offended squawk from Nova who had just dried off only to get soaked once again. The hawk is glaring while Willow goes from frustrated to letting out a laugh at her bird being soaked again.

"That was a lot of fur, little one. Are you made of water?" She asks through a couple quieter laughs, not expecting the critter to respond.