Wren nodded his confirmation to the fox's question, fidgeting a little and starting to wonder if he'd done something wrong by choosing to sleep where he was. Maybe there was some kind of forest code that he hadn't known about, maybe he wasn't supposed to curl up in one place for too long - maybe he was taking the space from someone else! He should be sharing! But then no one else had come by and he would have made room... unless they were too shy to ask!
He was working himself up into a little upset when the fox spoke again and broke his rapidly spiralling train of thought. He took what Ash said as fact, partly because that made a kind of sense to him - he knew the best people were much more clever than he was and he considered that you had to be clever to be able to speak - but mostly because it didn't occur to him to second guess what a new friend told him. "You are very, very beautiful." Wren said, nodding, reaching out again in a little abortive gesture towards those many tails before drawing his hand back, remembering his new friend hadn't liked that last time.
"I live here cause, because it is warm and dry from the rain, mostly." Wren explained, thinking that the fox was referring to his little hollow between the roots instead of the forest proper. "I can make the leaves a nest, see?" he demonstrated, pushing the mast about and showing how he could make an indent in the fallen stuff in which to nestle. "But I can sleep somewhere else if I have to share it, I didn't know. Why do you have many tails? Is it because you can talk?" he questioned, curious.