Shortly after Arkain slips out of the boas coils, he feels something is wrong. Shifting his coils he realizes that Arkain slipped away. He grumbles to himself about the lost meal but still he is very content with the feathery dragon. He is sure he will find another opportunity  to snack on him. Now that your hips have slipped to the back of his drooling maw and his tongue has done its job of getting you well coated, the snake lifts its head up and tips it back some allowing your body move quicker down his throat into his eagerly awaiting empty stomach. After a strong swallow, your feet and tail is all that can be seen. Your head starts to slip inside his stomach. There are some juices but they make the air smell bad and very difficult to breathe. Keeping conscious is a very difficult thing to do.<br/><br/>Arkain gives a toothy grin seeing he is right that it is a fox. Unfortunately a rather small one but it doesn't matter. A fox is a fox and he loves the taste of fox. Drool starts to run down his lips then he quickly cleans his lips. His stomach growls loudly. He really wants that fox. That rabbit was barely a meal. Getting squeezed by that snake has left him in a grumpy mood. He hopes this is not one of those sneaky foxes who think they can weasel their way out of this. We will have nothing to do with that. No, this fox is going to be his next meal. Arkain springs up and leaps over the bushes and lands with a heavy thump several feet behind the fox. "Well Well. What do we have here? A little foxy trespasser trying to sneak a in drink, hmmmm. What do you have to say for yourself ...fox?" Giving him a sly grin and a bit of a cold chuckle.