Saul looked from the small Tim-rabbit to the large werewolf and back. What was he to do? He was sure if he didn't do what the wolf asked the wolf would eat Tim, and probably Saul too, and he didn't think it would be comfortable.
He looked up at the wolf again and then down into Tim's face, "And what if I do? What if I eat him? I suppose you'll just eat me then?" Tim started squeeking, "Saul, NO! You said you wouldn't!" But Saul was focused on the wolf, trying to read something in those vulpine eyes.
The large wolf chuckled, "Huh, I like you little fox. You've got spunk. You want to survive, but think ahead of the immediately obvious. Hmm... You know, you're right. I had planned on eating you, swallowing your sleek foxy body down... but now... no I think you've earned more. Yes, and there's still the other two." He nodded to himself, "Yes, yes, I think if you eat your erstwhile friend there, I'll reward you. I'll let you keep the box, and show you to use it. I could use a compatriot, it gets lonely here you know." He grinned and looked down at his own groin where Saul noticed a very sizable package. The wolf went on, "So foxy-boy, which will it be? Eat your friend but save your life and learn to use the box, or let your friend die and then be devoured yourself? Quick, quick! Choose your fate!"
Saul looked down into Tim's wide frightened eyes again. He lifted the man-rabbit up to his face level...