Mellorine lies down on the soft fur, and falls asleep himself.  He had a habit of rolling around in his sleep, so he accidently rolled further down the wolf's muzzle.  When he woke up, he was lying on the edge.  Getting up, he loses his footing, and almost falls.  Now, the cat is hanging for his dear life on the wolf's moist nose.<br/><br/>Since the moisture makes it even harder to get a good grasp, Mellorine's hands slip.  He falls, but luckily manages to get another object to grab.  He doesn't question how it happened, or why his hands have some kind of slime on them, but he's grateful.  Looking up, the cat sees that he's hanging from one of the wolf's gaping nostrils, and air is sucking in his fur, then blowing it.  He shudders at the gross situation, but figures that it's better than falling.<br/><br/>He hoists himself up into the small cave, and crawls up into it.  His fur is being matted down by the sticky snot, and it's clinging to his feet, but he's glad to still be alive.