Biyomon looked around, hearing the calling of the human. "Stupid girl! If she gets attacked by something else in the forest.. Then who is going to spread word of anything I have done?!" The focus on survival was gone now, she could already feel the power to transform building, but the urge to be recognized had returned. Biyomon placed a wing on her feathered stomach, closing her eyes and hoping the human would give up and leave.