Pulling the rough blanket around her shoulders, Fern nevertheless takes the bit of dried meat from Kattrin as it is offered to her. This whole notion of waiting for an animal to 'reveal' its name seems a little quacky to her, and she gives the human a strange side-eye once her back is turned... then crouches down in the dirt to offer the bit of meat out to the fennec. "Come on," she coaxes him in a sing-song little voice, hoping to lure him close enough to give his fluffy fur some pets.

In a display of jealousy, Rooster noses roughly at her face until, scowling, she reaches up to rub at the broad plane of his face. Chump.

"Are you hungry?"

"Um," comes Fern's hesitant response. She looks over her shoulder at Kattrin, suddenly very uncertain. "...maybe a little."