The pulse of pain didn't filter back like the dragon-fox wanted, but instead started to go between the two spirits he had connected, creating something akin to a spiritual umbilical cord, that caused the wolf to laugh heartily, or would have if the throat walls were not so tight as to squeeze what little air he had from his lungs. <And you should realize, there are those as skilled with spirits as you are. I wonder how it would affect your own soul if I pulled the lynch pin from your little cage, freeing those trapped spirits,> thought the wolf, focusing the thoughts through the connection. He could send sensations too, but refrained from it. After all, he had accepted defeat, and wasn't going to try to get away unless Xadin tried something else. Smirking he grunted as the pressure eased, and then redoubled almost all at once, and a swallow brought his feet into the hybrid's mouth, sealing him inside, as his head was forced through the sphincter into an open chamber, that felt large at the moment, but would get tight when the rest of him entered. Which took less time than he had expected, as a single powerful gulp dragged his body down after him, the walls of the throat simply letting him slide into the chamber, curling up against the slick, yet soft walls of Xadin's belly. The steady beating of the heart became a bit less pronounced as the sphincter closed behind him, but then the walls pressed inward as the hybrid spoke to him, his lungs alternatively taking in and pushing out air. "Yes, it seems I'm in your stomach now," said the wolf, pressing outward with his paws, creating a little room as they stretched a bit, before slapping against him as they forced themselves back to their normal shape.