Instead of being sickened, as Toho had predicted, Damita was more worried about his well being – It quite looked like that the transformation was killing him, although it didn’t take long before Damita understood why. Everything was changing before her eyes, lips parting in awe as muscles swelled and fur began to sprout from his skin. She had backed up against a tree, her palms flat against it as she watched, brows furrowed.<br/><br/>And finally it was finished, leaving him panting on the ground. Damita pushed herself off of the tree, a few steps taken before she stopped, a hand reached out hesitantly. “Toho?” Damita said softly, cinnamon gaze taking in this new form analytically. He reminded her very much of the small wild dogs she’d seen; would his personality be as wild as those dogs acted?<br/><br/>