Yes, feed it, Quatre, feed it. It grabs at the leaves with its mouth, what amount Quatre offers it, and start to munch at it happily, taking its time to eat than to follow until it runs out. Tidus is nervous, watching it- worried about what's to come next. Geez...

"Wish we could just grab it and throw it over the fence," Tidus huffs. The fence they're near, fortunately.