Kraznir suddenly leaned back, the struggling wolfeasel quickly descending into his gullet and stomach, only his limp legs hanging out of his mouth, unable to kick due to the posion. Slurping up his legs greedily, the Cobra let out a belch as his opponent settled into his heavily and roundly bloated belly. LEaning back, he felt his digestive juices go to work on his latest victim. After a mere minute, the Cobra was a bit plumper, stomach bulging with only fat now, no food. "Mmmmm, delicious..."