"Great." He Ming smiles and stands up. He busies himself with cleaning up his materials and preparing the next set of injections. When the Growlithe's knot finally shrinks down, it pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky come along Ilima's taint and balls. Having satisfied itself, the Growlithe trots off to shake out his fur.

He Ming returns the Growlithe to its Pokeball after it finishes stretching. "Back in you go," he mutters, and goes to Ilima. After unbuckling the straps he gives Ilima an encouraging pat on the hindquarters. "To the barn. C'mon!"