Jolta inched over towards the female, his stomach growling loudly.<br/>He eyed the food in her skirt, his tongue flicking over his lips as he tried to get his back legs to work.<br/>The tiny fox got points for effort but his wound was to bad to allow him to use his hind legs so soon.<br/>So, instead, he started whining, flattening his ears to his head and begging for the food.<br/><br/>Sure he could drink blood as well, but he highly doubted they'd offer such a thing, though them giving him the eggs and nuts was probably an even further stretch.