The wolf can't help but smile at the way the dragon, TK, looks at him nervously. He's not used to having dragons scared of him, as they were usually scary animals themselves. Not that he was frightened of them, or any other living creature, though there were several non-living sentients that scared the crud out of him, most of them living with him at the Manor.<br/><br/>He stops his pressing for a moment, when he thought he heard something familiar coming from somewhere nearby. Like a half forgotten dream, the more he tried to lock onto the sound, the farther it slipped from his fingers, and the chatting of the two dragons wasn't helping. After a few moments of trying, he decided it wasn't really all that important, and with a tilt of his head he caused everything inside his muzzle to drop into his throat, which opened wide, pushing everything into a small pocket of soft flesh with the kitty at the bottom, before peristaltic motion began to carry the load down with an audible gulp, and a visible bulge in his neck.