Grant watched, wide-eyed, feeling something like awe or terror or maybe<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>. He almost felt bad for doing this to Markus. On the other hand, he knew the wolf very much deserved it - he'd heard Markus had done similar things to his prey before. He doubted Markus had such thoroughly putrid insides that their deaths were half as horrible as his was going to be, though.<br/><br/>Markus' nose burned painfully from the indescribably foul stench and he gagged a bit on the rancid air, his eyes watering. He could feel<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>greasy on his fur, no doubt any more pleasant smelling than the hole his muzzle was lodged in and it felt absolutely disgusting. The sight of the skunk's gaping tailhole still hung heavily in his mind, the depth and black flesh having made it look like an Abyss. But Markus knew it was no Abyss - that would have been preferable to this, for those were naught but void and nothingness. What awaited him instead was foul gas, suffocating heat, and tight flesh. Part of him wondered how the skunk planned to kill him. Would he pass him up to his stomach for digestion as Markus had done to his own prey before, or would he be left in Ferrus' rear until he finally succumbed?<br/><br/>Neither sounded like any way for someone like him to die, Markus knew. The wolf struggled fiercely, his muscles straining as he tried to slip from Ferrus' tail or pull his muzzle from the tailhole. He tried to use his fangs or claws but they were far too restricted, the slimy ring of muscle around his muzzle keeping it clamped closed and the tail keeping his arms bound to firmly too do anything with his claws. In addition to being fruitless, Markus found his struggles only worsened his lot - attempting to resist so vigorously required him to breath more heavily and suffer as each breath was suffused with the odor of the skunk's innards.