[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Day by day were his legs getting stronger, the tremors not as violent and frequent as they once were. Despite that, he still could not stand for very long periods of time. When he was not occupied with something else, the great dane would go out for a run to strengthen his muscles, which may not be an excellent method if they were still repairing themselves. Having wandered out of BlizzardClan's borders, the hound ran along a beaten-down path, his strides getting longer and longer the more exhausted he began to feel. Finally, he reached his stopping point. A tremor shot through his back legs and the ebony canine skidded to a halt. Breathless, he began to walk, trying to compose himself. Upon reaching a nearby stream, Hux bent down, lapping up the cold water, wincing slightly as it stung the back of his throat. Seating himself, he looked about before he closed his eyes, listening to the sounds around him.
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