His peeps were edging closer to quacks as he aged a little more, most of his down now the obnoxious and itchy pin feathers. Kawenu waddle around, pecking up a bit of moss and other fungi along the way. His wake was primarily parrot waxcap, which he sometimes turned around and snagged a bite of. The bright green suited this cavern well, which satisfied his desire for an artistic aesthetic.
Kawenu stretched out his wings, flapping them after. He looked at them, wondering if he'd be able to fly someday. The thought took over him. He began running around as quickly as his legs could carry him, quacking as his wings reached out, flapping occasionally. They were nowhere near ready, but it gave him satisfaction to be able to pretend there was wind lifting him into the heights of the caves.
A look of contentment was plastered on his face, eyes slowly closing as his body sank to the ground. Peace and quiet. Loneliness didn't not yet know him. The settling noises of the cave around him starts to lullaby him to a dream-filled sleep... or so one may wish. Instead, he had unsettling nightmares created by the darker depths of his mind, startling him awake and causing his pins to stand out.