The hyena curled her tongue around Sod carefully before pulling him into her maw, there would be some difficulty with getting him all in at once but she would be able to in the end as she tilted her head back. There were the typical sounds of approval that would vibrate from her throat which was more than ready to pull her snack into its proper destination. But first she would play, as she usually did when her prey was willing. The tongue would work him and get him coated in saliva to help get him down easier, and her lips and teeth would part to allow one ‘last’ look of the outside world, even if it wouldn’t be the last from what she understood before she would send him down.