It takes a while for you to empty of water. The sensation of your host walking is barely a distraction as you try to work out how the entire digestion thing is supposed to work. You pause in your task when you hear a voice from outside, and then your host replies in that peculiar growling language. You feel the nearby wall of muscle tense up, and then you start stretching as something starts distorting your surface.
Your perception suddenly shifts and something starts stinging. You have a moment of utter confusion, and then you realise that you have eyes again, and the skin of your face hurts. Something slimy compresses around your face and you feel the shuddering of the body around you as you're forced gradually through a narrow, stretchy tube until, with a sudden rush, you see daylight framed by large, yellowed fangs. The light vanishes for a moment, and then comes back brighter than before as you're forced out of the tight, slick passageway into blinding light and too-cold air.
Strong hands grab you, and suddenly you're being pulled further out of the comfortable warmth of your host and thrust into some kind of dust that makes you choke on the alien air. The hands rub something rough over you, making the stinging all over your body momentarily even worse before it inexplicably starts to hurt less. Choking, gasping, mostly blind, you're bullied into rolling over and over, and rubbed with handfuls of rough dust, until finally you're deposited on a hard surface.
You cough and splutter, trying to clear dust out of your lungs.
"You're fine." The voice is deep. Not as deep as you remember, but there's still a hint of growl in it. The thick silhouette in front of you changes, and you get the impression of someone with a lot of hair crouched in front of you. "Catch your breath, then we'll talk." You're pretty sure it's not the lion-man who ate you. You blink a bit and wipe your dusty hands over your face and see that it's definitely a lion-man, but slimmer and with white fur. The grit that covers you is slightly damp and feels like rough sandpaper over your too-sensitive skin. "If you're wondering," he continues, "the dust bath is to neutralise the stomach acid on your skin. You'll be a bit tender for a few days, but it's nothing to worry about at this point. Now, you have questions? Accusations? Demands?"
You're not reassured by his toothy smile; those fangs are large.