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He now only vaguely resembled the young man he once was.

Even his breathing - deep and ragged - emerged as unintentional, guttural growls, the result of vocal cords torn and regrown in the struggle.

His ankles had reshaped, reinforced to support the full weight of his new, muscular frame.Now balanced on fully-formed hindpaws, he was nearly ready

Ready to stalk.

Ready to pounce.

Ready to hunt.