The lithe, grey little mouse boy gave a wide eyed look as the massive bear lumbered toward him. He was still shivering, his arms tied behind his back and his fur matted with honey.<br/><br/>he nervously backed away as the bear loomed over him, he was given words of encouragement and they came out in such a soft way he could not help but feel a little relaxed, his shivering beggining to subside.<br/><br/>Ofcourse when the tongue tongue trailed up his body he froze in shock, becoming rather rigid. He crossed his leg, trying to hide his little growing 'excitement' as the soft tongue slid over him. His little chest began to beat heavily. The por little creature had no idea what to think now, torn between panick, excitement and an odd feeling of security, he simply gave a little gulp and looked up ambivilantly at Black.