"Well then, kitty get's gulpped, and I get the green foxy to play with," said Beowulf with a grin. The kitty he doubted was willing now. Odd that he would play at it, but then, maybe he'd been reading the kitty wrong. He might have been reading Galevin wrong too, considering how down he was now, but maybe that was just the realization that he was going to be digested in a few kicking in. Shrugging it all off as unimportant in the long run, the wolf picked up Tozoku, and lightly tossed him into the air, giving him a good view of the whole area around the school, before he fell back down, onto Beowulf's outstretched tongue. The wet, slimy member cupped around the feline, splashing him into a pool of spit, before it was drawn back into the canine's maw, where the breath washing over him smelled heavily of stomach acid and digesting meat.