In Rito Village, Revali sat on a stone outcrop, idly devouring a slurry of seafood curry, and apple pie, stopping only to loudly and messily slurp several mouthfuls of clam chowder, forming a painting of past meals smeared across his beak, chin, and billowing belly. He'd ballooned up and outward to about 2500lbs into a blue-feathered blob, and his deafening, echoey farts brought new meaning to "Revali's Gale". "Ah, a visitor. Come to bring a hero more food?" He spoke, his beak still full.