Swiftcurrent Creek i'll burn my eyes out before i get out

At first, Eligius relaxes—relieved that the starved wolf takes the moss and starts to drink from it. It quickly shifts to horror, however, as he hears the crunch and munch of chewing. Wait!! He squeaks, his face contorting between different expressions of confusion, horror and anxiety.
Alas, it is too late, and the moss is gone.
... Are… He fades off, eyebrows furrowing as blue eyes blink and try to register the situation. A bubble of laughter escapes his lips a moment later. The golden boy rolls upon the ground. He oughtn’t laugh at the poor fellow, but the situation was just too ridiculous!