Moonfang remained asleep, despite the noise just outside his mouth. He did however, react to the slight tickle that Wist created, in a way that was completely natural. He licked his lips, his long tongue hooking the creature before dragging him back inside his maw, all four of the ones who had come near him now trapped in the ridges of his upper pallete, and as they laid there, soaking in his drool, they were forced to endure a bit of torture, as his new sleeping position, on his back, causing a bit of dryness in his throat, and suddenly he started snoring loudly, his mouth vibrating as he blew out of his nose.