Mark stares at you, a little surprised at your suggested hiding place. He mumbles something about humans and their wild ideas, and then delicately stick out his long tongue and places you on it. He slowly draws both you, and his tongue back into his mouth. After second has past the teeth come together, and you are in a pitch dark moist cave, with his tongue moving all over your body, tasting you, and for a moment you are afraid he's going to eat you anyway, but after a moment it stops.
"You okay?" he asks, a bit loudly and oddly to your ears, but considering your in his mouth, blocking his tongue, it isn't that surprising. You shout something to the affirmative, grabbing hold of one of the teeth after the tongue pushes you up against the huge white spire. It becomes difficult to hang on to the tooth, as saliva fills the wolf dad's mouth in reaction to the meaty little treat, A.K.A. you, but with a little help from his tongue you are able to keep from sliding down that long tunnel behind you.
Mark gets back to the picnic to find his wife and kids are all busy enjoying the last of the sandwiches, a fact he envies them for. He decided it best not to reveal your presence though, and sits down shaking his head when his wife offers him one of the last two. The wife looks a little hurt, but eases her pain by downing the two sandwiches in a single gulp, which makes you shake to you core as you see that lump, bigger than you are slide down her throat through the teeth of her husband.
Smiling to herself she tells the children to clean up, and takes the hand of Mark. Together the two walk from camp, and you can't help but feel apprehension. You had expected him to spit you out, revealing you to his family, but obviously he decided it was safer to hide you. That could mean many things, most of which were pretty bad, and you tried to focus on holding on to the tooth, a fact that was much easier because Mark's mouth was drying out.
"Honey, are you ok?" asks his wife, and he sort of mumbles a reply around you saying he was. His wife of course knows something is up at this point, but staring at the horizon she ignores it. She then lowers herself into a reclining position on the grass to stare straight up, and without thinking Mark joins her. Your whole world flips as Mark leans backwards and your grip on the tooth begins to slip, below you the throat opens up in expectation.
"Mark, you're acting very odd. You've never turned down one of my sandwiches before. Tell me what it is that's bothering you?" she asked again, and with you out of the way of his tongue Mark is able to reply in a mostly clear voice.
"Nothing honey, I just think I shoved too much in my mouth at once," he said. Your eardrums nearly explode, and it takes a force of will to keep you hands from trying to cover them, thus dropping you into his throat. His wife looks at him with an puzzled expression, but he smiles at her innocently. Just as innocently she pokes him in the chest, causing him to breath out everything in his lungs, and swallow his mouthful involuntarily.
"NO!!!" you scream as muscles contract all around you. You try to hold on to the tooth, but the mouth is full of saliva again, and it carries you along with it down Mark's throat. It takes only a moment of pressure to drop you into an odd enclosure full of foul smelling water. With a start you realize that its not water, but digestive juices. Mark swallowed you whole, and your in his stomach along with what looks like the remains of a few sandwiches.
"What was that?" Cathleen asks, having thought she heard a faint, high pitched cry as her husband had swallowed the spit in his mouth.
"Nothing dear," said Mark imagining the poor human in his gut, feeling his tiny fist pounding on the stomach walls. Mark shrugged as Cathleen walked away, and then lay back.
"Sorry human, but that's a one way trip," he whispers, and you hear it like the death toll of a bell. All around you the sandwiches are being smashed into mushy lumps, and soon you join them. Mark feels sorry for you, but you are only a human.