The wolf barely moved as Xadin stood behind him for a moment, obviously ready just incase he decided at the last minute to make a break for it, but the wolf merely sat there in front of him, allowing him to study him for a moment, and then he felt a powerful arm grip him around his chest, the muscles large enough that he doubted he could have fought them off even with proper leverage, which he did not have at the moment because of the position of the one gripping him. He wouldn't have fought it anyway, and leaning his head back he watched in fascination as the jaw of the fox dragon popped and unhinged, moving lower than was actually possible for it, opening it wide enough that it could easily accommodate the wolf's head. He stared into the back of the throat which pulsed in anticipation as it grew closer, and then, all at once, he was covered by warm, wet darkness, the soft but rough surface of Xadin's tongue pushing against his head, licking him to get a good dose of his flavor as trails of saliva began to drip down his back, causing the wolf to wiggle a little, not used to such a sensation. He steady soon afterward though, and soon found the lips of his devourer were pressed against his neck, closing him in his maw as he licked the top and back of the wolf's head, making pleased noises. "I taste good?" asked the wolf.