I could see the adventure and vengeance in her eyes once she curled up her limbs under her belly and squatted.

She had sustained a bruise on her scalp and back while leaping and diving. But in a jiffy, a massive regeneration started occurring on her coat. The injuries and bruises stitched up and an instantaneous regeneration of her fur and coat took place.

I gazed at her in wow, with my mouth gaping. In a moment she became fresh and new. I was stunned; being contaminated with the virus, healing and immortality became inevitable.

She arched her body in a curve, coiled up on the floor and morphed back...