The prolonged shock had the effect of shutting Gavin right up, though this was due in part to the fact that once the collar stopped shocking the canine, Gavin was only semi-conscious, his vision dark and every word sounding so very far-off and muffled, as though he had been dropped in a lake and was eavesdropping on a conversation taking place above the water. He lay there in a heap, the rising and falling of chest, combined with the occasional sloppy, drunken movement of his body the only hint that he survived yet.<br/><br/>Rafe and Saul on the other hand, were considerably more animated in movement and interaction, with Rafe numbly dropping the tape player when it finished and scrambling backwards as Saul approached, a grimace on his face. "W-w-wait, swallow?" Rafe asked, gulping nervously as he backed against the wall, nowhere to go and no more slack on his chain as the fox kneeled down in front of the sitting wolf. "Relax," he whispered softly, resting his hands on Rafe's legs, both to calm the lupine and to get a firm grip on him. "He just said<span style="font-style: italic">swallow</span>, not digest. You'll be fine, alright? He even said you get to pick who goes with me next. Be calm.."<br/><br/>Rafe nodded slowly, once again gulping nervously as he watched the fox move back a bit to lift his legs up and start feeding his feet into that thin, vulpine maw. Part of him wanted to run, crawl, do anything to keep from being eaten, but the more rational parts of him insisted that he would be fine, and this was the best option. It didn't hurt that the feeling of the wet warmth working it's way up his legs felt good, the wolf squirming a little in pleasure before long, which only seemed to ignite a latent predatory instinct in Saul, the fox swallowing his prey in greedy gulps.<br/><br/>Gavin gradually came to his senses as Saul's feeding continued, though he didn't realize what was happeningg at first as his head was facing the bare wall, picking up only the wet smacking and slurping sounds and soft murrs and sounds of Rafe's chain rattling about. He picked himself up off the floor, shook himself and turned to the other two, gasping in surprise as he watched Rafe's hands, the only part of the wolf left visible, vanish into Saul's gullet. Gavin just barely managed to avoid pissing himself in terror, backing away from the fox. Saul, not being entirely enamored with Gavin, grinned and rolled with the canine's assumptions, patting his squirming gut and licking his lips, his tongue passing over the chain that still tethered his meal to the outside world.