Frowning at the words coming out of the other woman's mouth Rey licks her lips, her eyes not leaving the griffon until she catches a glimpse of a freshly plucked chicken out of the corner of her eye, clearly the bird-like creature had knocked it down and was planning on eating it until they'd interrupted.

"We need to get her back to her nest, I'm not leaving," she hisses back, stretching her hand out for the chicken instead, reaching with the Force to pull it close. It's an effort, and it moves slower than she wants it to, but after a few laborious moments it's close enough. Carefully she unslings her staff from her back, and sticks an end up the chicken's hollowed out cavity.

She straightens up, careful to keep the chicken well ahead of her, and makes sure she has the griffon's attention, but doesn't make any sudden movements to rile it up.

"Okay, let's play follow the meat bird."