Moonfang felt the pressure of the grip on his soul, but didn't writhe or squirm against it. If this was how it happened, he would accept it, but he was going to punish this hybrid for his twisting of the truth as he saw it, and outright lie as the wolf saw it. Listening closely through the liquid covering his ears, he heard the words of the creature clearly, or at least clearly enough to make them out, and with a nod he opened his mouth, drinking in the liquid around him until he was sitting again inside the throat alone, with nothing hampering him save the tight walls. A thought caused his fur to cease its raging inferno, and return to the dull red it had been. "I agree to those terms, in the spirit in which they are given. And I will trust you not to betray an oath of this nature, but should you try, know that there are things which I could do to you through the connection you have created that would make hell seem like a blissful respite," he told him, and then pushed back against the grip, and for an instant Xadin felt his grip burn in his soul, as if a spike of pure agony had been driven into him. Few ever realized that in dealing with someone's soul directly, as Xadin seemed to do, you opened yourself up to attacks on the same level, creating a connection with the one you fought. However, the wolf withdrew his mind, and rested, wriggling a little in the throat, but only to find a more comfortable position.