Turning to the otter as the others each grab the fish he’s offering, Kellus takes hers last.  Snapping it up in her tailmaw, it’s quickly sent sliding down her throat.  She has to restrain herself from going after the otter as a larger second course; like Jaku, although she won't necessarily go for an intelligent creature as her first choice, a not-insignificant sees the sailors making camp as little more than a semi-willing buffet.  While the fish helps to blunt the grumbling of her stomach, it disappears entirely into her trunk without any hint of a bulge to betray its presence, and Kellus knows that she’s going to need far more than that to feel truly satisfied.  Of course, the island likely had more than it's fair share of inhabitants that could help with that - the only problem was going to be finding them.<br/><br/>Turning back to the treeline, she follows Jaku, listening to what he has picked up on.  “Feral snakes, hmm?  I wonder how they’ll react to seeing us.  I doubt they’ll be too friendly, but if that’s the case...well, there’s nothing quite like something the same size and shape as you to really test your capacity.”