Fox watched his belly squirm and bulge as the screaming wolf tried to escape the acids that were eating away at his body, begging Fox to let him go. But Fox was in a different state of mind. He loved Wolf...he loved Wolf as food...he wanted Wolf to become a part of him. The sounds of his belly gurgling and grumbling as they worked to make Wolf part of him was music to his ears.

Fox licked over his lips and let out a hearty "BURRRAAAAAPPP!" smelling the digesting lupine on his breath. The air had been drawn out of Fox's death chamber and now Wolf was beginning to black out from pain and lack of air. Fox's belly grew silent, save for the "glooramp, slloosh, slissh...gurrgglllop" it made as the digestive juices inside his belly broke down Wolf.

Fox spent the next series of hours just listening to his belly, watching it slowly shrink as the acids converted Wolf into nutrients and waste. With a bit of pudge, Fox let out another "Urrrrrrrppppp", getting hit with the wonderful smell of digested O'Donnell. His stomach felt odd and with a loud hack, Fox coughed up a large ball of grey and white fur. He knew it couldn't be all of Wolf's fur, but it was still a sizable collection. He grinned and watched the acid and saliva pool at the bottom. Fox reached over and pulled a souvenir from the furball: Wolf's eye patch.

The next few hours, Fox spent hacking up more undigested pieces of Wolf. Part of his skull, a few unidentifiable bones, and a few smaller clumps of fur made up Fox's collection. The rest were now nutrients or waste making its way to his colon. His collection smelled horrible, but to the predatory vulpine, it was heaven. Wolf had left quite a layer of fat, and now Fox was pondering what he should do next.