Wiggin was getting better at the listening part. Bev had a feeling a sort of bond was forming between them. That was evident in the puffskein's constant humming every time he bounced between her legs. The only times he didn't obey was when he came upon a bush with berries. Beverly understood something; the puffskein liked her, she liked him, he was just a stubborn little piece of dung. It would have been endearing, had they not been in the center of a race. As it was, she currently stood next to a bush while Wiggin munched on more berries.

"Wiggin, that's enough for now. I promise you can have all the berries you want after we're done." The puffskein hummed as if saying, 'Whatever lovely loser, I want these.' UGH. She was losing it. "Okay, Wiggin, I like food too, adore it actually, but it's time to move on." Beverly went over to the bush and plucked out the berries Wiggin hadn't gotten to yet, then stuffed them into her pocket.

"Look, Wiggin!" Beverly pointed dramatically at a bush father away. Wiggin followed. "That bush has loads of berries!" She wasn't sure if he understood at first, but he probably got the gist of it because Wiggin rolled and bounced toward said bush. YES. Moving along.