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Ross' fur, black like every male, was shedding and frizzy like someone on his deathbed, but the rest of him looked like an adolescent at the far edge of maturity. Even the eight red stripes on his arm were nearly bent into arrows thanks to his muscle mass, leaving only the ninth on his broad snout straight.