A Place to Sleep
By Lutro
The last day of school. A day that so many students look forward to. Months of getting up early, having to pay attention, doing homework… It all came to an end when summertime neared. Everyone that toiled through the majority of the year eagerly counted down the days until they would finally be liberated from their sole obligation, free to vacation during the nicest time of the year.

One such student, a young maned wolf cub named Vera, was no different. She had been counting down school days almost a month in advance and made great plans for when the last day finally arrive and when she would have months to play and explore. Vera was incredibly eager for the long time off to start, and would normally have been bouncing off the walls when that morning finally arrived.

Instead of a hyper young maned wolf speeding to school as fast as her stubby legs could carry her, however, Vera was practically dragging her feet as she made the short jaunt to school. The maned wolf’s flowing dark hair was trussed up at the end in a short pink ponytail, bobbing along as she trundled. Pink fur on her neck disappeared behind a simple white shirt that was part of the school outfit she wore, a blue skirt dangling around her knees. Her brown tail poked out from under that skirt with it drooped and unmoving. The soles of her feet were weathered enough to let her travel barefoot, and the school dress code permitted a lack of shoes.

The exhausted Vera fought to keep her eyes open, backpack slung around one shoulder, the short journey seeming much longer than most days. She’d been so excited the night before that she couldn’t sleep. Instead of getting a good night’s rest like she knew she ought to and was used to, Vera’d planned and plotted, scheming of all the wonderful things she’d get up to once the term was over. With only a few hours’ worth of sleep under her belt, the usually-punctual student was fighting very hard to make it in on time.

Which, for Vera, was to be in the classroom a half hour early. She was anticipating the end of the year as much as anyone else, but she loved school too. She’d made many friends she got to see on a daily basis, and enjoyed most of what was taught. Even the most droll of subjects held her attention, mostly because of her teacher, Mrs. Sooter. She had a way with words to make anything interesting. Her silver sibilant tongue held Vera in admiration, making the maned wolf want to show up early. The teacher was always there an hour prior, and Vera always enjoyed spending a little extra time with her. Vera smiled at the thought that her teacher would also soon be enjoying the benefits of summer vacation, forcing out a tired giggle as she made her way into the school proper.

The hallways were empty. A clock showed that Vera was as early as ever, relieving her of any stress of being late. Vera wasted no time getting to class, making her way through the halls and entering room 105. She opened the large windowless door and toddled in, the door swinging shut and latching of its own accord. Without looking to the head of the class Vera went to her desk and got settled in her seat, only peeking up when she was in the midst of rummaging through her backpack. “Hi Mrs. Sooter!” she greeted while fighting off a yawn.

Mrs. Sooter sat at the head of the class, where Vera always saw her first thing in the morning. Though, she was more coiled up behind the desk, as opposed to sitting. Mrs. Sooter’s large serpentine form bore a kind, but somewhat irritated, look, keeping her head held up with a smile. Her tail poked out one side of the desk, green body and yellow segmented underbelly alike thick and healthy. The patterns along her back were typical of her species, but her eyes looking to Vera were anything but fierce.

“Good morning, Vera,” Mrs. Sooter recognized, repressing a sigh as she glanced down at herself. The large serpent’s body was coiled up on itself in a relaxed position, but there was something missing. Namely, her breakfast! Mrs. Sooter hadn’t had time to grab a bite that morning, wrapping up preparations for the end of the year for her class. In fact, the extra work she had put in the night before had made the previous day’s supper anything but filling either. Light snacking was all she was able to get into her in the past 12 hours, but she was doing her best to mask her hunger for the moment. She looked to Vera and maintained a warm smile. “Rough night?” she inquired, noting the droopy nature of the maned wolf.

At that prompt Vera did yawn, stretching her little arms out with hands balled into fists. “N-not really. It’s just the last day of school and I was too excited to sleep!” Mrs. Sooter chuckled, flicking her tongue out playfully at her student. Vera missed an instant where the serpent’s eyes widened somewhat. “How about you?”

“Oh, I’m… fine, child,” Mrs. Sooter answered after a moment’s pause. The snake got an unintentional taste of the air just then. Looking to Vera once more, new details caught her attention. The maned wolf cub was digging into her backpack once more, not noticing Mrs. Sooter giving a long, hard look. There was no doubt that that taste in the air belonged to Vera. Her soft youthful fur… Stubby, chubby body… The whole body from head to tail suddenly appealed to Mrs. Sooter… And her empty stomach. The latter gurbled quietly at the thought, leaving the snake to idly clear her throat to mask the sound, tail to her lips. “I’m excited for the end of the year as well. Just… trying to cope with a lack of breakfast is all. I had to take care of a few things before the day was started.”

Vera peeked back up at Mrs. Sooter from her backpack, the teacher looking to her with a nearly glazed-over expression… Or was it the maned wolf’s imagination? “Aw, that’s too bad!” she chirped. At least Vera had managed to snag an apple on her way out that morning. She was content until lunch. “Hey! Maybe we could go get something after school! A nice big ice cream sundae in celebration!” Mrs. Sooter cleared her throat again in response. Vera flicked her ears, thinking she may have heard more, but couldn’t place it.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Mrs. Sooter mumbled. “Taking you out to… eat. For summer vacation.” The serpent paused and thought to herself. It was the last day of school, after all. It was the perfect opportunity to do what she was thinking. No-one would notice Vera’s disappearance for the whole summer. That gave Mrs. Sooter plenty of opportunity to solve her morning hunger woes. The thought of a squirming, meaty meal crossed her thoughts, body bulging down her form to fill her needy belly. Wouldn’t have been the first time she’s devoured a student. They always served as a meal in a pinch. And with Vera and her all alone well before anyone else was slated to arrive, Mrs. Sooter decided she’d get breakfast after all. Her stomach rumbled again, and Mrs. Sooter looked up suddenly to catch Vera’s reaction. The maned wolf was caught in another yawn though, eyes scrunched closed in the process even. An idea flickered across Mrs. Sooter’s mind. “Say, Vera, you look awfully tired. We still have some time before class. Why don’t I give you a secluded spot to rest a little?” 

Vera tilted her head, ears following suit. “I guess so!” she agreed, standing up from her desk and stretching more, a third yawn escaping. Mrs. Sooter looked over the fully-visible cub now. Oh yes. She’ll definitely make a filling breakfast. Vera approached the front of the desk and beamed up at her serpent teacher. “Where is this place? Do you have a secret room in here somewhere?” Vera began glancing around the room eagerly. Mrs. Sooter chuckled.

“Not quite, Vera.” Mrs. Sooter flicked her tongue playfully, eliciting a giggle, while the snake’s coils unwound with her slithering around the desk. “It’s in a place a few have been to. And I can’t say I’ve gotten any complaints.” She swiveled around to face the curious cub while maneuvering her backside towards the door. Her head rested a couple feet higher than Vera stood, scaly body about as wide. Her lengthy body continued to maneuver between desks towards the door until her tail could reach the handle. With a flick of her tail, the door clicked shut. Vera’s ears flicked and tried to peek around her snake teacher.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Vera. Just preparing so that we… so that you aren’t disturbed during your rest.” Vera seemed to accept the explanation, but wasn’t looking around the room anymore. Instead she yawned again, stretching her paws upward, shirt pulling away from skirt and exposing her midriff. Mrs. Sooter looked down at the slightly-protruding pink-furred belly and brown hips. She couldn’t help but flash her tongue out an inch or two and run it along her scaly muzzle.

“So? Where’s this place for me? I’m pretty tired Mrs. Sooter.” Vera rubbed an eye as she yawned once more, all the talk about sleep making her drowsy.

“Oh… it’s warm, soft… But most importantly: Exclusive.” The snake prattled on about where she was going to let Vera sleep while working her body close again, lazily looping her body around the distracted maned wolf a couple times. Vera was too tired to notice, what little focus she managed being used to pay attention. “…And other students loved it so much. You’ll do a good job filling it out,” Mrs. Sooter concluded, allowing a slower, taunting smile to form on her lips.

Vera swished her tail in a bout of eagerness. “You make it sound so nice!” she started, until a flick of her tail brushed along something cool and scaly. She gasped and looked behind herself, noting the shifting snake coils gathering about her. She blink-blinked and looked back up to her teacher. “Is it… Oh! It’s resting on you, isn’t it! That’s why it’s not hidden in the room because it’s you!” Mrs. Sooter couldn’t help herself. She barked out a laugh and uttered a pleased hiss, the coils inching closer to Vera. The cub’s ears splayed at the laughter. “...Did I guess wrong?”

“Oh, no, Vera,” the snake replied with another chuckle. “You were half-right. I am where you’re going to be. Just not on me.” Fast as a whip, the thick serpent coils bound around Vera, the girl letting out a squeak of surprise, finding her arms and legs immobile. She opened her mouth to ask the meaning of this, only to hear a slow, grumbling grrrrmble emanate from the coils that had her stuck tight. When she looked up, eyes wide in confusion and shock, she found Mrs. Sooter’s head right next to her ear. “It’s in me,” she hissed, tongue flecking up against the tip of Vera’s ear.

“H-huh?” Vera managed after a moment. She attempted to pull her arms free, but the yellow underside of the coils only pressed around her more tightly. She coughed and tried to suck in a deep breath, but only got a fraction of air. “M-Mrs. Sooter, you’re not really… N-not seriously...”

“Oh I am, my student,” she uttered back with a noisy slurp of her lips. “I’m practically starving, and you’re here, ripe, juicy, tender...” Mrs. Sooter rolled her eyes, shifting snake coils rubbing over the whimpering maned wolf’s body. Drool dribbled down her chin and landed between Vera’s ears, eliciting a girlish scream. “So I’m going to do what I’ve done whenever I’ve been in this kind of pinch.” She lowered her head to be equal to Vera’s, the cub staring horrifically into her teacher’s eyes. “I’m going to eat you.”

“No!” Vera squeaked back, renewing her struggles, shifting her shoulders and flinging her head every which way. “Y-you’re can’t! You can’t eat me!” But she found herself struggling to breathe, let alone escape, as Mrs. Sooter’s coils did not let up. She felt every scaly movement and shifting of those scales, her clothes rubbing into her fur roughly, tearing noises sounding out from them. Her tailtip flicked against the floor, the only lower part of her body not completely immobilized by the snake. Hot tears streamed down Vera’s cheeks, bulging eyes staring. “Y-y-you can’t...”

“I most certainly can,” Mrs. Shooter shot back, dragging her thick tongue across Vera’s furry face. A hot line of drool matted a patch of fur down. Vera wanted more than anything to wipe the slimy saliva away, but could not. She remained a whimpering mess, even feeling the large snake coils pulling down against her. The tip of Mrs. Sooter’s tail wiggled under Vera’s chin, stroking it gingerly and rubbing idly into the fur. Vera’s ears picked up the continuous slurping and lip-licking her teacher did, while she felt her shirt pulled harshly against her body. Vera yelped when the shirt gave to the strong coils, ripping apart and yanked down her body. Her skirt fared no better, nor undergarments, all torn from her furry form and leaving her bare in the coils of the hungry serpent.

“That’s more like it,” Mrs. Sooter purred when her coils re-impressed themselves, now rubbing across the naked fur of her breakfast. Vera wailed and managed to pull a single arm free, beating uselessly against the scaly body.  The snake felt the shift of the puppyfat folds still gathered against Vera’s hips, squeezing and squishing them delightfully. Mrs. Sooter’s stomach let out a threatening grumble, hearing just how hungry her teacher was. “Time’s running out before the school day begins. And I can’t leave the door locked forever. Not to mention I’m wasting away here...” The snake’s eyes narrowed, looking down at the whimpering maned wolf. Her jaws split apart slowly, Vera making out thick, gooey lines of drool maintaining their connection.

“P-please, Mrs. Sooter, y-y-you can’t…” Vera tried again, feeling the heated serpent breath blow by her fur when the jaws parted wider and wider. Soon they were plenty wide enough for Vera to discover her offered place to get some rest. But the maned wolf was no longer the least bit tired. Her struggling form squealed when the tongue lulled out and splatted against her face. She tried to use her free arm to push it away, only to find the tongue suddenly coil around it and start to draw it towards the dripping, cavernous snake maw. The pulsating pink flesh was front and center, oozing in slobber, stale breath brushing over the cub. She couldn’t pull her eyes away, with her arm slipping beyond the lips, the gullet shifting and squelching in view.

“D-d-d-on’t eat meeeee!!!” the half-strangled Vera managed to say just as the looming serpent jaws sank down over her head and face. Her snout pressed harshly against the lower jaw, then slipped upward, chin mashed against Mrs. Sooter’s tongue. Her sensitive ears heard the jaws close with a squelching thick seal of saliva-coated lips re-joining, leaving the pink tip of her ponytail and the rest of her body poking out past pursed lips. Mrs. Sooter groaned in delight, her lips massaging around the maned wolf’s neck and shoulders, hearing her muffled squeals from within. Vera winced as her loud voice was trapped in the snake’s maw, thick lines of drool drizzling over her head in the process. The mouth was compact, giving her little room to shift it about, ears braced against the roof. She had just enough light to see her arm get yanked back towards the pitch-black throat, hearing a small glk when her clenched fist disappeared down it, followed by the rest of her arm.

Vera whined when her body was pulled forward as a result, the cub strained and stretched to her limit. She felt relief when the jaws parted once more, allowing more of her body to slip inward. Mrs. Sooter’s jaws were pointed straight at the ground, oozing gobs of saliva on her own coils and all over the naked maned wolf. She loosed the coils and sank her head down into them, Vera’s chest becoming hot, wet, and sticky when they were pulled into the jaws. Mrs. Sooter heard the cries with her jaws open. “Helllp! Somebody heelllp!” ...GLRK! “Mmmrrph!” In one fluid motion, Mrs. Sooter had pulled more of Vera into her jaws and swallowed down most of her head, muffling her voice. Vera’s world was a compact dark one now, with her head squeezing down the snake’s throat, bombarded on all sides with the sounds of peristalsis swallowing her downward.

Mrs. Sooter’s belly sang out its praises, its growls amplified in the throat and further terrorizing Vera. The snake lifted her head, stopping once or twice to snap up more of the maned wolf: Jaws would open, head would sink down a couple inches, and a corresponding ULP would sound out. The neck of the snake bulged out with a squirming, panicking bulge, Vera shifting her head every which way in a vain effort. She cringed, feeling her naked middle slurped at greedily, no centimeter of fur left untasted.  Mrs. Sooter’s head came to a stop a foot or so off the ground, coils unwinding and laying limply along the class floor.

With another snap-GLK, the edge of Vera’s stomach squished between greedy snake lips, slobber oozing down her body and dribbling to the floor. With her legs free, Vera kicked and whined, making what chubbiness she had on her belly and rear jostle about Mrs. Sooter’s vision. She purred and slithered her tongue out to appreciate the pudgy pockets Vera still possessed, the girl’s muffled cries and meager protests doing nothing to stop her. Vera tried aiming her kicks and knees against Mrs. Sooter’s lower jaw when she started to feel the tongue exploring and slurping parts not even in the jaws yet. Feeling it worm up between her legs and press into her buttcheeks one at a time. Looping around her dock and using that leverage to try and pull more of her in. But Mrs. Sooter was ready for the kicking legs after the first couple started. Vera heard an evil chuckle rumble all about her, as the snake simply widened her jaws. On the next kneeing attempt, Vera cried out, feeling her leg sliding into the drooling jaw and held tight with her own body. Her other leg dangled, Vera stopping before one of her last lines of defense was neutered. But Mrs. Sooter ran her tongue out and looped it several times around her thigh. More muffled screams were heard when Vera slid further down the throat in a series of GLP ULP ULKs and the trapped chubby thigh was pulled into the jaws as well. Vera’s tail swished and flailed madly, the cub also flexing her toes, as she had little more recourse: Her pudgy paunch was enveloped within the jaws, pressing down against her legs, leaving her feet, her butt, and her tail the only furry visible things left in the classroom.

Vera’s snout twitched when she was compressed a couple inches deeper into Mrs. Sooter. The acidic stench of stomach acids tortured her as she was brought closer and closer to where she would sleep. Her one arm was still ahead of the rest of her, and had a little room to maneuver… but was also splashing about in something the maned wolf didn’t want to think about. “Help! Someone! Anybody!!!” she wailed. But all that resulted was another delighted chuckle echoing all around her. Mrs. Sooter stroked her tail against the protruding maned wolf rear, then down to the various bulges down her neck. Vera flinched, feeling the throat pressed inward upon, almost distracting her from the constant tongue-tasting and maw-squeezing as the snake compressed her lips around her body a few times. It wasn’t long, however, before she felt the scaly slobbery lips begin to close around what remained of Vera. Her brown-furred rear end disappeared an inch at a time, with drool already coating the bulk of it. Vera’s stomach was half-squished down the throat, her feet and tail limp as the girl was just about all out of energy to protest her being eaten. But she still tried, even when Mrs. Sooter’s lips sealed satisfactorily around the maned wolf’s chubby rump, feet slipping in quickly after.

The serpent’s cheeks were bulging with what remained of her meal, the last few inches of tail flicking feebly out under her snout. “Mmffff!” she heard over and over, each cry out from her breakfast weaker than the last. Mrs. Sooter pressed her tongue every which way against Vera, stuttering those cries that she continued making. As if an afterthought, the last bit of flicking tail was slurped in with a wet pop at the end. The serpent’s lips remained pursed a moment, before folding closed, Mrs. Sooter looking down at the bulging mass in her throat and mouth with delight. She noisily swished Vera’s backside about in her jaws, reveling in the fresh, soft, tender flavor the maned wolf sported. Her lips smacked open when she softly squeezed against the plump cub, giving her tongue room to roam about what remained. Vera felt flashes of cool air rushing against the drool-stained feet, butt, and tail, but they were nothing more than fleeting taunts.

ULP! There was a soft splash and another cry from inside Mrs. Sooter, as the lower part of the bulge sank into the belly. Vera’s chin raced against the bottom of the stomach, forcing it wider and bulging the snake’s middle out a bit. She felt her legs jammed down into the gullet, feeling the tongue getting a few last tastes of her rear end still poking up into the maw. “Don’t eat me...” Vera whimpered to herself in the pitch-dark stomach. Mrs. Sooter freely drooled on the floor, jaws parted ever-so-slightly, exposing the protesting Vera one last time to the class, butt jiggling, feet clenching, tail flicking. In an instant the jaws closed and Mrs. Sooter clenched her eyes shut, tilting her head back in the process. In one final thick, meaty GLOURRRK she swallowed Vera whole, pressing the tip of her tail against the rapidly-descending bulges. Vera yelled out in terror as she was eaten, legs and rear distinct in the stretchy underside of the snake’s neck as it squelched wetly down to the stomach. Mrs. Sooter felt and watched the cub’s bulges filter down into her middle, entering her belly with a muffled slorsh. She smacked her lips impolitely and pushed the tip of her tail into the bulging, writhing mass of meat. “Ahhh… Yummy. Can’t top that kind of breakfast.” She looked down at her midsection and let a girlish giggle escape. “Enjoy your sleep, Vera.”

Vera’s knees pressed up to her chin, the cub compressed and stuck tight against the massaging walls of the stomach as fluids collected around below and against her. She heard the words from her teacher and sobbed, feeling her prison shifting and sloshing around as the teacher moved about the classroom. Mrs. Sooter had no troubles lugging her meal along, the thick fattened bulge in her midsection squeezing between tighter spots when needed. The snake worked to clean up all the drool she let loose during her breakfast. All of Vera’s things, tattered clothes and all, were gathered into her backpack and stowed away in a drawer. That out of the way, Mrs. Sooter unlocked the door and curled up behind the desk in her usual spot. Vera’s muffled whines didn’t make it past the desk, and her stomach bulge was neatly tucked away from sight.

Mrs. Sooter brought her tail to her mouth as her cheeks bulges, letting a small burp escape, just as the bell rang. A few moments later, the hallway was bursting with activity, and students began to filter in. They were of similar age, but the species varied greatly. The serpent started the last day of school as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Vera, having heard all the commotion, was panting, trying to make as much commotion as possible to get her fellow students’ attention. But Mrs. Sooter’s position and own voice drowned out anything Vera could muster, leaving the maned wolf slimy and exhausted in the serpent’s groaning stomach. Occasional paw prints or Vera’s muzzle would appear among the bulges, out of sight, before vanishing back deeper in. Try as she might, Vera was entrapped in the belly, at the mercy of her teacher. She’d flinch at every sound, but aside from massive discomfort, the digestion hadn’t fully begun yet.

The day wore on like normal, with the students none the wiser to who Mrs. Sooter had for breakfast. Nobody questioned Vera’s absence, her desk apparently undisturbed from the day before. The activities of the day overpowered the groans and occasional gurgles sounding from the serpent’s tummy, and Mrs. Sooter managed to stick behind her desk for the majority. Towards the afternoon, however, during the final bit of work for the year, one student, a young leopard raised a paw in need of assistance. Having forgotten about her meal, Mrs. Sooter instinctively slithered out, her body heavily swaying along the floor. When she reached the student in need of aid, her body was straightened out, reaching all the way back to the desk. And the bulges and gurgles were palpable.

“Mrs. Sooter, what’s that?”

“I thought you skipped lunch today?”

“Is it… moving?”

Mrs. Sooter had a moment of panic, but calmed herself as the curious students all stared at the gut. The stomach could be heard churning and groaning away. Those with sensitive ears picked up something uttering unintelligibly, but couldn’t place what. After thinking a moment, Mrs. Sooter smiled to the class and told any that were curious to approach. A few did. She explained, truthfully, that she had a large breakfast that morning, and that it was simply nature taking its course, with the digestion making her belly occasionally move about. One curious little dragoness asked if she could feel it. Mrs. Sooter nodded, and a claw poked into the yielding snake scales. The bulge grrrn’d loudly, and suddenly shifted about at the poke. The dragoness flinched at the motion, but slowly brought both her hands up to press and rub against the shifting, glorping mass. “It’s so soft and squishy!” she giggled.

Vera recognized her friend Kata’s voice, and squealed her name. “Help! Please! Mrs. Sooter ate me! Get me out of here!” In response, all Vera got was more claws and paws pressing into the belly flesh, squishing her from all sides and rubbing the semi-active acids into her nude furry form. “N-no… H-h-help...” Vera squeaked, low on air and energy at that point. All she could muster was fitful whimpers, as her classmates inadvertently tortured the eaten maned wolf.

Mrs. Sooter had to fight the urge to purr and rest her head on the ground. “Very good, class. But now we must resume. After all, summer’s almost here!” The students cheered and obediently went back to their desks, Mrs. Sooter helping the leopard student out before retreating behind her own for the rest of the day.

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“Finally home,” Mrs. Sooter sighed happily, wedging her way through her doorway. Her glorping, churning stomach groaned loudly as it squished through the too-small doorframe. Once in, she closed the door behind her with her tail and went about her evening. By this point, Vera was barely conscious, with only enough energy to push against the squishy stomach walls. The belly was filled to the brim with herself and stinging, sloshing stomach fluids, leaving her nearly no room to breathe, and absolutely none for talking or yelling. The digesting maned wolf splashed and protested helplessly in the active stomach, ears filled with blaring groans and ominous gurgling.

14 hours after she was eaten alive, Vera passed out. A bubbling slursh emanated from Mrs. Sooter’s belly. The snake paid her meal no attention, relaxing, reading, unwinding after a long school year. Later that night, as she curled up into bed with coils pressing in on her fattened-up lower belly that still churned away, a vicious grrrrlgle sounded out. Her lower belly, more rounded and soft now, as opposed to bulging with outlined maned wolf, quivered. A small bulged began working its way up the snake’s body, Mrs. Sooter eyeing it with curiosity. She licked and smacked her lips, knowing what was coming, and braced her head over the side of the bed. When the moment arrived, the bulge filtered up into her maw, cheeks puffed out. Then the serpent cut loose with a roaring OORRRRRUUUUUAAAP! Slobber and splotches of pink and brown fur slathered the floor, along with a shining, acid-coated maned wolf skull. She licked her lips and sighed again, her tail sneaking out from under the covers to pick up Vera’s remains. She looked to the skull held aloft in her tail and smiled, setting it up on her bedside table.

“I’ll always remember you, Vera. My favorite student, and scrumptious meal,” the snake said, flitting her tongue out playfully as she always did to the maned wolf. Too tired to clean up the mess and leaving it for the morning, Mrs. Sooter yawned, jaws stretching to her limit, showcasing the empty, saliva-shining mouth. And after a clap of her lips, she used her tail to hit the lights, coiled under her blankets, and rested her head on her pillow to fall asleep. Her fattened-up lower belly occasionally groaned, Mrs. Sooter licking her lips in her sleep. Vera was no more than pudgy fat on her teacher’s scales and décor in her bedroom. The maned wolf’s place to sleep was one that she would now spend in forever.