Destin glances at her. "Oh...it's..." He shrugs. "An ocelot...it's so lame!" He blurts out, shaking his head vigrously. "It's this little cat with spots, kind of like a bobcat mixed with a cheetah I guess...I'm kind of fast, but it's not useful for much." He huffs. "Fabine tells me I'm useless in it, so I don't use that form often..." He sighs, kicking at the ground again, feeling stupid.