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The day was clouded over, a chill in the air. Cinar had never been one to complain about anything but a downpour when it came to the weather, but he had never imagined that the cold would irritate his shoulder so much!

Grimacing, he ceased a border patrol momentarily to sit with it. Maybe it was time to revisit Alivia's 'physical therapy' now that the warm weather was fading out.

It was troubling to think that this pain might torture him for the rest of his life. He was young, he was meant to heal quickly; had it just been left untreated for too long? A frown crossing his muzzle, he ran his tongue over his right shoulder with the hope of soothing it.

He wasn't going to let this hold him back.