Fern inches a little closer and accepts the blanket as it is offered out to her, quickly wrapping it around herself--and her wet clothes, which she knows won't make her any warmer, but she's too shy to strip down to her smallclothes in front of a stranger.

"Rooster. You have a handsome name, Rooster."

That is enough to, finally, pull the tiniest of smiles up to the corners of Fern's mouth, kindling a little light in her eyes--but whatever words she has for Kattrin disappear the second she spots the little fennec scampering out from the underbrush. She's startled by it, but not in a bad way.

"Oh--is he yours?" she asks; her fear seems to be forgotten, at least for the moment.