"Think of how it feels the ground under you padded paws. Running free the smell of fresh pine and snow covering your fur. Your fur blowing in the breeze the sun on you face. You see out of the corner of you eyes a gray streak you lift your nose and smell the musk if prey."<br/><br/>Kate washed his arm and massages his bicept that once was developed and bulging. "You are strong Horen. You will be fit and<br/>have new memories."