Damita was unsure of what she was going to do; it didn’t seem she was being held as a hostage, but instead was simply being accepted as another member of the tribe. Suspicious mind had come up with all manners of reasons during their ride there, though each one had been washed away by the old man’s kindness and words. She had thought that perhaps she was being brought there to become a slave or things of other such horror stories she’d heard from the ranch hands they’d come across in various towns.<br/><br/>The time it took to walk from the tree to Toho’s hut had given Damita enough time to regain her composure, her expression simply one of exhaustion. Her hands clutched at the fur in the front, holding it closed to the cold that seemed to finally be making itself known, Damita giving a sigh. Moving inside of the hut, Damita’s curious mind didn’t even allow her for her look around, Toho’s words bringing her cinnamon gaze up to alight on his face. She shook her head in answer to his questions, her mind briefly touching upon the plan she’d made earlier.<br/><br/>Should she run? Could she? How far could she make it without being pursued or worse yet, cornered by a wild animal? She frowned at her thoughts, brows knitted in frustration and confusion as she sought to look for a plausible answer.<br/>