Moan grew up on an island that had pigs and chickens and a few other assorted animals. Pet's were few and far in between. There weren't dogs or cats though she's learned more about dogs since arriving in the village. Having a pet pig was as natural to her as walking around without shoes.

She smiled over at Isabelle, her dark eyes bright despite the shadows of night around them. Her steps are light though the little piglet oinks with each step.

"It is and there isn't anything for your hair but the water makes it a lot softer on it's own." She wasn't familiar with shampoo but Moana had spent some time with Queenie at the hot springs and got a good idea of what Isabelle meant. "It's just over here." She spoke as they got closer, pushing through a small bush that opened into the area where there was a hot spring. She let the little pig down, who rain around happily though he didn't go into the water.

Most pigs don't know how to swim.