An hour of the itching treatment seemed enough of the break from the tickling. He seemed quite done with it as well. After a quick rinse, the heat lamps came out to dry them off. And they made quick work of the residual moisture. He was still squirmy after the scrub down. Perhaps from the little bits of powder left behind. It wasn't exactly a comprehensive cleaning. Lucky him it was time for more scratching now. Or perhaps it was the heat lamps getting awfully hot and uncomfortable? Slather on some oil to chill them out. Though, that heats up even worse after a bit. This time they also located the rotary brushes that go in between the toes as well. Probably didn't scrub the powder out of there very well, so he should be grateful. Maybe.

After letting his feet slow roast for a little bit, they tested his feet out again with some finger-claw attachments. Roasting has a way of cranking up the sensitivity of feet, and Wolf looked ready to snap his bonds when those metal nails raked down his feet. Turn on the toe-brushes, and the party begins again. Wicked scritching from skilled fingers, specially designed brushes spinning between super sensitive toes, sweltering heat tormenting and sensitizing already overly ticklish feet, and to top it all off... A traitor. Wolf's former compatriot Panther joined the smash as well in exchange for some clemency, getting those exposed and under-tickled armpits finally. Maybe he just wanted to be around the lady fox, or perhaps he wanted some vengeance on his former leader for getting them captured. Whatever the case, he was not gentle with those pits. By this point Wolf seemed fully broken. Reflexive thrashing aside, he simply stared forward with a look of utter defeat, screaming and laughing into his gag as the long hours continued to tick by. He'd heard his interrogation would last until sunrise, but they are on a northern pole of Corneria. It was night when he arrived, and the sky doesn't seem to have changed at all.

Night can last weeks in this part of the planet after all...