The wolf's defiance of his condition does not ebb, though he stops doing anything physical about it as the dog's tongue tries its best to crack his bones while pressing him into the hard, ridged flesh on the roof of his mouth. He then whimpers a bit and starts to push against the soft tongue as he feels the dog tilt its head back, the space around him almost flooded with drool that is flowing off the back of his tongue and trying its best to take the wolf with it.<br/><br/>The wolf can't fight the flow long though, and soon is caught by the soft, but persistent push of the dog's throat as it grips around him, sending him down into Akita's body, and towards the growling belly into which one creature had already been lost today. Oddly he's not at all concerned about the approaching chamber of doom, despite the fact that the acid within was actually designed for soft flesh and fur like his own.<br/><br/>Popping through a tight ring of muscle at last the wolf is suddenly deafened as the dog speaks around him, covering his ears as he splashes down into the belly, and then starting to feel around. Slowly he circumnavigates the organ, trying to find what he was searching for, and doing it, his hand resting on something wet and slightly furry, though some of that fur was actually coming off on his pad as he rubbed it against the man.<br/><br/>"Hey, come on, wake up," he said, smacking the side of the others face lightly.<br/><br/>"I don't intend on being this guard dog's lunch, and I don't think you want to either, so if you want to get out of here you and I need to work together," said the wolf, wondering himself just what he was thinking of doing.