The Wolf hadn't actually wanted the fox dragon to step into the spreading of whatever that stuff on the ground was. After all, he had his honor to think about. He was a warrior, and a hunter, and that meant his word was his bond, and he had already surrendered to this one. He was however, interested to note that the glossy sheen on the grass was already starting to fade, something to remember for later, after he got out of this. He wasn't too surprised by Xadin's revelation that he wouldn't be dying inside his gut. It was after all, part of he reputation of this place was that you could survive here so longs as you didn't do anything truly stupid like allowing someone to step on you, and even then it wasn't always assured that you would die. He was just as happy to let the vulpine drake do as he would for the moment though, as he wondered what kind of digestive tract the hybrid possessed, especially since he wouldn't be digesting the wolf, if he spoke the truth anyway. He could of course, be lying to make him stay still, but either way, the wolf had surrendered, and so he simply sat there, allowing the victor to do as he saw fit.