The light from outside fades, and Mellorine is tumbled around inside.  Instead of feeling the soft tongue on his feet, the floor is rough and ridged.  He sees that he's standing on the roof of the wolf's mouth.  The ridges are so big to him, they're like hills, so he slides down one, and into a canyon of flesh.  "Is everyone okay?" he asks, hearing his voice echo in their large, but confined space.