The wolf's dreams of home are pleasant, and luckily for the tiny guys he does not snore at all, his mouth calm and soft as the gentle, wet wind of his breathing moved in and out. Of course, his tongue was hard to got an traction on, and they slipped toward the throat with each intake of air, only to be pushed back toward the exit with each exhale, getting a nice sticky coating of saliva as they moved over the slimy surface, small bumps at it pulling on their flavor as they moved.