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Cinar nodded, looking to his right shoulder. This one. He said, a frown settling on his muzzle. It was hit by a buck a couple months ago, the limp is gone but I still ache on cold days like this. Something he couldn't quite understand, but it was true nonetheless. If Alivia thought she could help, he would give it a chance.

How does this physical therapy work? He asked, looking to the pale woman. He had never heard of such a thing before; his previous solution had been the poppy seeds the women he met after the accident recommended to him.