Haakon looked in to Stevens maw, with its immense line of teeth and felt the hot breath steam against his fresh exposed young flesh from inside. He started to struggle more, now with a second wind and tried to claw his way out of the tail, his sinews bulging and showing and every movement of his bones and muscles so clearly visible glistening with sweat. At the same time though, part of him wanted to reach out with his foot and touch that soft, warm tongue staring back at him, and feel his predator against him, but he struggles, and cries a little bit, ashamed of not holding in his tears like a man. He looks up to the sky.