Voltaire grinned when the fox was ready and nodded before he opened his jaws. His tongue stretched out of his mouth to allow more room  as the throat opened more, the sloppy sound of his drool dripping onto the floor could be heard and his claws unsheathed as he would bring the fox toward his jaws feet first. His stomach had begun to roar again, the fish had only lasted for so long in there and it was more than ready for a new occupant.