Wren all but shoveled the hash into his mouth like he thought it might be taken from him if he paused for breath, his only breaks made for a sip of hot chocolate before he went back at the hash again with a fervor. Some of it tasted a little bit like the grass he ate sometimes, but it was a very pale comparison. It was a shame that he gave Jeremiah a grin with his mouth full, but he thankfully didn't show much of his mouthful off. He kicked his legs to and fro under the chair in his happiness to be one of Jeremiah's first friends and because he was being fed.
He nodded enthusiastically that it was the best shape to curl up against before shaking his head in the negative as he swallowed to answer. "Oh, no, I can bury myself in leaves, I can hide under them." he informed, reaching out to take another sip of his drink. "There's no blankets in the woods."