The pikachu lowered his ears at the sight of Shadow inching toward him, pretty much the last remaining sign he still had some survival instincts somewhere inside that conflicted mind of his. Those signs only intensified when the muzzle of the predator appeared over his head, taking his light away. Instinctively, he whimpered slightly, his head squirming a bit in the mouth, his ears rubbing against the top the pokemon's upper palate. Despite those, he knew that he was enjoying it greatly, but he had trouble expressing properly. He could only hope that the pokemon wouldn’t stop because of this apparent reluctance to be meal, as this was simply too good to be interrupted.