He'd been awake through the entire ordeal, merely pretending to remain unconscious; not that it was that difficult of a task, as he was still feeling like he was on the brink of death. Beneath his clothes, he's a very skinny individual; having not been terribly buff, before the experiments, the intense training and surgeries performed on him had made him lose even more weight, as his metabolism needed to adjust to growing the fur now covering his body. In addition he hadn't eaten anything substantial for almost a week, and had a very hollow, sunken look to his features. Despite this, he was still rather handsome, with a strong face, and solid shoulders; fleshed out, he would be a stately figure. Unlike her, his fur wasn't thick enough to cover his decency, and she could see he was fairly well-endowed, as well. He'd managed to get a glance at her, while she was dragging him to the water, still playing limp, though as soon as he touches the icy cold stream, he yelps and jerks 'awake'. "Ack!"