Cuan felt himself pulled deeper, and whimpered pitifully. The wolf grabbed desperately at the insides of Midella's bowels, trying to stop from being drug further up her bowels and into her stomach. In comparison to the idea of being digested alive and screaming, the disgusting and potent fumes of the dragon's fart didn't seem to bad. Of course, Cuan had little choice in the matter and found himself being pulled inexorably towards the stomach.