Ash watched the boy as he peered around through the confusion of waking up. Or maybe the confusion of being insane, that was still to be decided. He tilted his head back away from the reaching hand in the same manner as a cat that didn't desire contact. Wren hadn't immediately recoiled at the sight of a wild animal sitting so close, but that didn't speak of courage so much as stupidity. If he'd had the mind to, Ash could have killed him with a single bite.
"This isn't a place for sleeping," Ash said, and though it wasn't entirely possible, the fox grinned anyway, "You don't know who's marked up against that tree. You'll make yourself some creature's property if you roll around there too much."
He twisted an ear, a sound momentarily catching his attention in the distance, but it was nothing that could compete with something as interesting as a little lost human in the woods. Why, this could have even been the start of a fairy tale. "Shouldn't you be curled up in a bed somewhere? Tell me, did you run away from someone mean? Or did your parents refuse to buy you the toy you'd so dearly had your heart set on?"