The wolf made short work if you, easily gulping you down as if you were nothing more troublesome than a mouse. In fact, you barely had time to really understand what was happening before you found yourself dumped with a squelch into her stomach.

And that's where your remain. The wrinkled, churning walls of the wolf's stomach are slick and slimy, and in the darkness, the heat of her body is a little intense. Surrounded by the clamor of her gastric processes, the gurgles and growls of her digestive tract rumble with an intensity that you can occasionally feel in your bones. Of course, what you mostly feel is the churning of her stomach, the walls squeezing and rolling against you, while her breathing rocks you forward and back. Pooled around you is fluid, sloshing thickly. Though it feels mostly like saliva, in time, it'll become acidic... it's clear that the stomach will do it's best to digest you and send you sliding through her intestines like all food should.

The question is... What do you do?