Mowler Sings softly to himself, as he eyeballs the 1 remaining horseman with an air of conceeded distrust as he almost made his way to the cheddar cellars door, but the Singing is aburtly cut short as he feel the weasle jam his legs up into his throat causing him to spiddly half way threw his song's chorus.<br/><br/>{retain vore check: 1roll + 13 = 14, dc = 25. result: fail}<br/><br/>his visibly long, raptor-like neck buldges greatly as the weasles legs force there way threw and begin to climb up his espogus. Mowler stops cold in his tracks a few feet from the cellar door and groans in annoyance, tilting his head upward clumsaly and Gulping down with his throat muscles to try and force his prey back down into his gullet.<br/><br/>(( vore attack: 15roll + 13 = 28))