Bane is feeling fatigued after a manner of a few steps... this is insane.  His stomach is shrinking... he feels as though he's going to die!  Gipping his torso, he falls to his knees beside the wolf, and bares his fangs, blowing willpower points to say a quick prayer.  "Too bad you couldn't give me a decent reason..." He murmurs, before giving a low, feral growl - something that hadn't been elicited from him since he was nearly killed in a rumble years back.<br/><br/>Pushing himself forward with all his might, he begins to tear up, unhinging his jaw and sliding the soggy lupine in gulp after gulp... in moments, he's pulling down the pads of his prey's feet, moaning in agony... it feels as though his entire digestive system, his blood, is on fire.  But he needs this.  BAD.  Growling, he keels over, his distended stomach rumbling and shuddering involuntarily, as he finally gives off a weak, pained gasp, followed by several not-so-loud, repressed screams, held in the back of his throat rather than making much of a ruckus.  The world is quite literally framed in a red haze to him now, and he's damn sure he's hallucinating, because his stomach, while still large, is softening up fast.<br/><br/>"-UCK!  FU-FUCK!" He looses a few howls, still unable to stand, slamming his head to the ground, wanting to pass out at this point.