Cuan noted a faint smell of fish as he was forced up into Midella's stomach, stumbling around a bit aimlessly in the low pool of acid and whimpering loudly as he looked around. The large acid-filled chamber was clearly designed to digest larger meals than a lone wolf and Cuan knew that it meant he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of leaving it as anything other than a digested mess. The wolf panicked and rushed over the walls, beating his fists on the slick flesh.<br/><br/>"Please don't do this!" he called out. "I'll do anything, please! Don't digest me!" Cuan's only hope now was that the dragon might decide to spare him, though that didn't seem too likely at this stage. "Have mercy!"