Locke was picked up by the tongue again as Zaana's head tilted back. She's really gonna eat me he thought to himself, right before she leaned forward again allowing him to spill out of her mouth soaking wet as she teased about his taste with another lick on the head. As Locke stands up with out looking up from the ground he was set upon he wispered " I don't like being wet" before running away to the other side of the room and curling up into a ball because he was cold.