Swooce feels the final limbs drawn inside before he takes a big swallow to accompany your own efforts, the large lumps in his throat and chest merging with his gut; the large stomach sagging downward atop his knees. The wolf whines as he attempts to rub it, merely jiggling it a little as he feels the human get comfortable inside; the outline of their figure clearly visible from the outside as the shapes writhe and contort the belly, making the wolf redden.<br/><br/>"*Hic* - I assumed you'd get down quite easily!" the wolf utters to his belly, licking his lips of the human's unique flavor and gulping it down. "How's the space so far? I hope it's enough, if we're expecting any more visitors..." the wolf suggests, looking out to the darkness outside of the tent.