Evoc felt two small paws on his hips, and found his feet being lifted off the ground. He didn't need to look back to know, yet he did just to know he wasn't going insane. Was this small hatchling really doing this? Awestruck, a sinking feeling overcame Evoc as he started sliding down the warm moist gullet of the dragon. Flailing about, snarling every which way the dragon couldn't quite keep his balance with the additional weight. Toppling over and landing on his belly the dragon much more slowly began to stretch his maw over Evoc, without the aid of gravity to help his meals descent. Frantically clawing at the ground Evoc continued to be devoured, when suddenly the dragon stopped. Standing before them was the Igwulf, smug and grinning. Evoc wearily looked up, not believing the words that he was trying to say.. But even with his half-hearted attempt attempt to reconcile the Igwulf just chuckled. Saying it was Evocs turn now. This did not bode well.

A little comic I'm making in my new sketchbook, featuring the fearsome and voracious  evoc