When he'd lost consciousness, Akiada had thought the torment of being digested alive was over, of feeling his flesh stripped away, and of knowing he'd end up as naught but a smelly mess would be beyond him once he gave up and stopped desperately clinging to his life. It turned out, unfortunately for the he white-furred wolf, that he was very, very wrong. It wasn't something he realized as he returned to consciousness, however. He groaned softly, brushing his golden head fur out of his eyes and rising up groggily eyes adjusting slowly as he picked his athletic body up off the strangely soft ground, a familiar acrid stength lingering in his nostrils.<span style="font-style: italic">W-where am I?</span>he thought as he shook off the brief 'rest' between his death and ending up here.<span style="font-style: italic">this isn't... nor is it...</span>he thought, realizing with mounting terror that it wasn't any form of afterlife he'd recalled learning of. In fact, it born an intensely uncomfortable resemblance to the very environment he'd met his end in.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh no...no..nonononono...</span>he couldn't help but whimper a bit, realizing he was in some sort of massive stomach.<br/><br/>"H-hello!?" he called out, hoping there would be someone around to explain what was going on, it was hard to stay still though. His flight instinct was going nuts, urging him to just run, to escape by any means possible. There were at least two potential exits, after all.