Blissfully unaware of her impending doom, Mirri stalked through the Duskwood without any idea that she would be the prey today... Lansi was close behind, now hiding behind a tree in her humanoid, bovine form. The druid smirked, licking her lips, beginning to slowly work her magic. She found it humourous, the prey-race eating the predator.

Then, without any cause Mirri could fathom, vines burst from the ground, ensnaring and entangling her in an instant. Lifted into the air, the tentacle-like apendages tore through her skimpy cloth outfit, leaving the confused worgen suspended in the air as the cause of his misfortunes revealed herself.

"Well, well, well," Lansi smirked, licking her lips as she stepped into the open, looking over her captured prey with a grin. "What little morsel have I captured for dinner? A tasty little mutt," she grinned. Rubbing Mirri's thigh idly while she inspected the captured worgen, the druid slowly began to undress. "I'm going to enjoy you..."

Opening her mouth, Mirri could only watch in horror as Lansi slowly lowered her down into the gaping, wet maw. The worgen's squirms and wriggles could do nothing though, unable to break the magical, plant-made bonds that locked her on her life-ending trajectory into the cow's mouth. Gagging softly, she couldn't bear the stench as her head was swallowed - and from there, it was a simple, downwards spiral into the abyss.