The mage giggled as he curled up in the bowl. "You are so cute. I am glad you are enjoying being in your cub form. You may stay in this form as long as you like. It is easier to take care of you. I will try not to forget you are a full grown human. I have a Persian cat at home. I fear I may forget this is not your only form."<br/><br/>Kate tapped the fur of his left paw and made circular motions with her fingers. She moved her hand to the cub's leg and shoulder. The clear suds changed from clear to burnt orange. Caked blood dirt, sweat, sinew, and vegetable matter dissolved in her hand. She repeated the movement to the other paw and leg. The mage lifted the pitcher in her right hand and a small stream of water caused the cub's fur to wilt. She tapped the top of animals left hind foot, "This one, please?"<br/><br/>The mage was hoping he would not suffer much. The wounds were mostly covered over and she was careful not to break his skin. She smiled as black fur revealed faint leopard patterns in the morning light, peeking between the transparent curtains, on his limbs. "Am I hurting you?"