Xadin felt the actions of the wolf and started to look mad.  He felt the expansion again and growled.  He then took on a blank look and his eyes glowed white.  It suddenly felt like something was gripping tightly around the wolf.  However, it wasn’t physical.  It felt as if a large, rough hand had just grabbed his soul and was holding it tightly, nearly to the point of crushing it.  <Alright, you are starting to piss me off.  I’ll redo what your situation is, using your definitions.  You can stop breathing the fire, I swallow you down, you get digested, killed, but I let your soul free to whatever would happen normally when you are killed.  That is one option.  The other is that you keep breathing the fire and I send you to your own personal hell where your eternal soul will never know rest.>  There was then a little tug on his soul and it felt as if the pull was harder then his soul would be ripped from his body.  <And don’t think I am bluffing.>