(Oh man, that sucks. I'm sorry for your loss AMC. I understand how you feel... R.I.P Grub.)<br/><br/>Jarl felt a blush come to his cheeks as he curled up in Rosary's stomach. In the back of his head, a worrying thought began to pound away.<br/><br/>He had never seen pack-mates digest each other, but it was still something he worried about every time he became a meal.<br/><br/>Still, if Rosary was telling the truth, he probably didn't need to worry about meeting death at her stomach.<br/><br/>Probably...<br/><br/>Back to more important matters though...<br/><br/>"Really?... I... Wasn't expecting that... Honestly." His voice had lost its cowardly edge, and now just sounded... Confused.