"Sounds good." Arkain murrs deeply greatly enjoying having his body licked by the foxes huge and covered in his  warm drool. He runs his  hand over his rough tongue enjoying the feel against his hand.  HE focuses his thoughts. <Yes, I want this over soon too. I hope Nibita comes back soon. You know I have an idea that might buy us some tome. Tell Crescent that your skin is on fire still from the stomach acids that your drool is not helping. Washing it off will make you feel so much better then you can go back to enjoying the tongue bath. What do you think David?>