Lon cautiously creeps back into the light and peers out from the hole in the log. His lizard eyes search for his love--and find her legs hanging from Fiona's mouth.<span style="font-style: italic">No...no!!</span>he thinks. The human girl is moving slowly, enjoying herself as she consumes the unconscious but still living Eyle. Horror and rage sieze the polymorphed wolffolk. His first thought is to slice the girl open, but he needs to be able to hold a sword to do that. Attacking Fiona now would be a one-way ticket to join Eyle. This body is only fit to prey on insects; he'll need to get his old body back first, then cut her open. The wolffolk tries to remember how long polymorph spells last--minutes?--hours? [no ranks in spellcraft skill, automatic failure] He doesn't know.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Lon literally has bigger things to worry about. A wolf--what to him seems like a macro wolf--is stomping closer and sniffing around near the log. The terrified lizard backpedals into the hole, retreating until he is in darkness and his tail is pressed against a wall. He can no longer see out of the hole, but he can feel the impact of paws against the ground when Chrrou moves.<br/><br/>Then, strangely, the impacts stop and are replaced by much softer footfalls. The lizard waits, his heart pounding, unaware that the wolf is now a mousefolk. He doesn't dare move to the hole to look, certain that if he did the wolf would be waiting right there.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Feeling the wolves fall back, Troll C thinks that he has scared them with his strength. In fact, they are only yielding because the alpha female is approaching. Heshaar grabs and shakes the troll in her jaws until he can no longer struggle, then devours him in large, savage bites. Being shaken and chomped repeatedly is a distant annoyance to the troll; at worst, it is a little uncomfortable. But the pain that awaits him in the wolfess' stomach is very real; within seconds of his head sliding into her gut, the giant is screaming in agony. His torso exits the esophagus and he tries to use his long arms to push himself away from the acid pool, but the tight, slimy walls constrict against him and make this impossible. Heshaar swallows a final time, emptying the troll's legs from her esophagus. The belly crushes the troll into a fetal position as the pints of hydrochloric acid begin thier work converting him into nutrients. Lost in a fog of pain, he is only dimly aware as the muscular sack lifts and begins swinging back and forth with Heshaar's gait.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The lizard works up the courage to peek out of his hole and does not see the wolf. He sticks his head out a little farther into a cold air and looks around. Then he spots--and feels--Heshaar approaching, warily eyeing her massive abdomen. As he retreats back into the log, he silently hopes that the wolfess is too full to bother going after him.