Northstar Vale Abracadabra there's a rabbit in my hands

The smack did something to the young wolf.

Instead of sputtering, he gagged deep in his chest. The worm he'd attempted to swallow had started to move in reverse. Up the length of his throat until its wiggling body tickled at that dangly thing in the back. Another gag sounded and Jack hunched forward.

A long string of worm slipped from his mouth and curled into a pinkish, slobbery mess at his paws. His orangewash eyes were watery from the effort. Even so, when the young man lifted his head to meet Reyson's gaze, he smiled.