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His uncertainty left her feeling unconvinced. She twisted her lips and waltzed to and fro to inspect him from different angles while shaking her head and mumbling incoherently to herself, with the occasional snort as she tested his scent. After a few moments of intense scrutiny, she stood still once more (or as still as a fidgety body could manage) and spoke with an air of scientific authority, "I do believe you are, at the very least, a distant descendant of one. This could very well mean you have latent abilities. No worries, when the time comes, I will help you figure it all out." 

With a satisfied nod she continued, "Where I'm headed? ...hmm." In a manner similar to a human scratching its head, she plopped down and began scratching an ear with her hind leg. The flapping sound filled the silence quite nicely. When she was finished she stood and shrugged, "Wherever the bugs take me! I guess. What about you?" Whimsy's answer was mildly cryptic, but made perfect sense to someone who's life practically depended on insects.

In reality, Whim had no damn clue where she was headed. The bug thing just seemed like a solid answer.