She ran her thumbs over his knuckles as she waited for a reply or for the question to be ignored, her cinnamon eyes beseeching him to tell her the truth. Her smile had faded into complacency, wisps of caramel hair starting to slide out of the careful plait, curling around her face, still damp from her bath in the pond.<br/><br/>Finally Toho spoke, Damita’s heart skipping a beat – Three? He had /three/ animal forms? Even in the legends of the werewolves, they too could only take the form of that one animal. Her hands tightened on his, Damita biting nervously on her lip as she thought quietly to herself, searching his face. “I…” She took a deep breath, “I need to see the last, I need to know Toho..” She was trying so hard to understand and accept, poor Damita.<br/>