Hideaway Strath No stranger to pain, though it lessen's some.

Artok woke and looked around. His muscles still hurt and were tight, but they were getting better. Each day that he tried the regimen that Miss. Arlette told him too. They stayed a little looser. They would never completely lessen there was no way. It was too damaged, but it was something. Anything than what he had was something.

He stretched, submerged into the sulfuric pool and then with his fur smelling like sulfur and his nose wrinkled in irritation. That was the only thing he hated. He rolled in the dirt and grass, shaking his pelt out.