Cuan stared for a few moments, transfixed by the sight of the massive maw and the wet fleshy tunnel at the back. Then Cuan moved forward, crawling into Kouta's maw slowly and then laying down on his tongue and nuzzling the slimy flesh affectionately. There was no way out of the cave and Kouta had seemed awfully insistent he get in, so it had seemed like the best course of action since running would be futile and just anger the big husky. He would just have to hope his Master didn't plan on digesting him.