Mellorine stood on top of the lower set of teeth, and jumped in.  He landed on the soft, cushiony surface of the tongue, bouncing on it a bit.  The cat is instantly coated in the wolf's saliva, but at least it washed the snot off.  He tries to get up, but the tongue is providing little traction, so he fell onto the wet muscle every time.  The breath coming from the throat then blew him back.  This was one of the most exciting things he's ever felt.