"You know, that's still digestion, as digestion itself is not just the process of breaking down materials but also absorbing them. And also, death is, in my books, defined as the body ceasing to function. I know all about souls and things, but in most cases death means physical body dying and the spirit moving out of it, regardless of it staying on this plain. That, in the end, means you lied to me twice, at least from my perspective, and I hate people who lie to me," said the wolf, though he stopped kicking. He had no leverage behind his hindpaws, and the damage he was doing was negligible at best, none existent at worst.<br/><br/>He wasn't about to give up though. He had surrendered to this hybrid without any terms, and expecting to be eaten, but then Xadin had lied to him, trying to get him to go down easier, when he wouldn't have fought anyway. Lying to a captive who had already given themselves to you was something the wolf couldn't stand, like torture, and he had never been one to abide torture. With that thought in mind he closed his eyes and started to hum to himself, focusing all his emotions inward, till they started to fuse around a single core of writhing fury that he had kept controlled. He was beaten, he knew, but he would give this dragon one hell of a case of heart burn.<br/><br/>"Heh, I wonder if I'd get sued if I said ‘flame on' right about now?" he said idly, and suddenly his dull red fire burst into flames, the heat transferring into the throat around him, and, with a sharp blow, he started to breath fire right down the throat, feeling as the air inside started to expand, the heart beat a dull thudding by his head, but growing more distant as the space inside Xadin's throat grew wider thanks to the air. If he belched now, he would eject he wolf outside, if he didn't they would get to see just how stretchy this dragon's skin was.