Alternative Ending 1: "Deliverance"
   A troop gunship flew overhead, the repulsorlifts lightly brushing Ezra Bridger's hair as he and Sabine Wren hid behind one of the many conical rocks on Lothal. The bright floodlight on the aircraft panned over the grassy plain, searching for the rebels Governor Pryce wanted so badly.
  "Did they see us?" Sabine asked, turning to look at Ezra in the dark.
  "No, I don't think so," the young Jedi replied, returning her gaze. Sabine turned back to where the gunship hovered, looking for the duo like a child looks for a lost toy.
  "We gotta keep moving."
  She shuffled her feet in the dirt, getting ready to stand, when a wolf cry touched Ezra's ears. He turned to the sound and saw a white four-legged figure on a nearby hilltop. The creature met his gaze with bright yellow eyes and held it for several seconds. As Sabine began to stand, she noticed Ezra's lack of movement.
  "Ezra," she said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. "Ezra! Hey, I said we need to keep moving!"
  Ezra broke away from the wolf's gaze and looked at her, then back to where the creature was.
  Only now it was gone.
  Sabine followed his gaze to the vacant hilltop. "What is it?" she inquired, her voice a mix of curiosity, impatience and caution. Ezra swallowed.
  "I-I thought I saw something." Sabine removed her helmet and looked at her friend expectantly. "I think it's a...Loth Wolf," he pressed on. "Noone's seen them in a hundred years. But...I think I keep seeing one today."
  "A Loth Wolf?" Sabine asked, more than a little skeptical. "Like, from those old cave paintings?"
  "Yeah."
  A low growl from behind the rock stopped Ezra's train of thought. Slowly, the source of the noise revealed itself to be the white Loth Wolf he had seen on the hill, it's yellow eyes seeming to look past him and into his soul. "Sabine?" he mumbled.
  Sabine turned around and gasped at the large creature that had evaded her Mandalorian senses. The wolf stepped forward and breathed on her face.
  "Sleep."
  Immediately, Sabine fell backwards, unconscious. Ezra caught her before she hit the hard ground. "Sabine!" He looked angrily at the wolf. "What did you do to her?" he demanded. The wolf twitched an ear before sitting down and stooping its head.
  "I asked you a question!"
  The wolf ignored the teenager and began sniffing Sabine's boots intensely, air rushing into the large nostrils as they flared open. Seemingly satisfied, the wolf opened its mouth and began pulling the teenage girl's slender legs into its throat.
  "HEY!" Ezra yelled as he set Sabine down and stood up. "She's not food! Stop that!" He began pushing on the wolf's head, thinking he could push the huge creature away. The wolf let Sabine's legs go and looked down at the Jedi. It's eyes darted between him and his friend for several seconds before it opened it's mouth again.
  And brought itself down on Ezra.
  Stunned into silence, Ezra stood rigid as the wolf clamped its jaws around him and lifted him into the air. He felt gravity change as the wolf tilted its head back, and he began sliding closer to the pulsating throat.
  "Augh! No!" he shouted as his predator opened its maw, letting gravity pull him towards his doom. "SABINE!" he cried out, just before his head entered the esophagus. The fleshy tunnel undulated around him, pulling his shoulders in and pinning his arms. He opened his mouth to scream and immediately regretted it, as a copious amount of saliva filled his mouth.
  The next three minutes passed in a similar fashion, the Loth Wolf easily swallowing the helpless Jedi. Soon, all that remained outside the wolf's throat were his boots, and with a loud "gluck," he disappeared into the animal's stomach. With him out of the way, the wolf swiftly set to work on the sleeping girl.
   Back at Ryder's camp, Kanan Jarrus sat in meditation. Since having lost his vision on Malachor, Kanan had a larger appreciation for the Force. And Lothal was rich with the Force. A largely undeveloped planet, the balance of nature was mostly perfect, with exceptions around the larger settlements and installations. A small smile crept onto the Jedi Knight's bearded face.
  A mental cry for help interrupted Kanan's thoughts. It was Ezra! He and Sabine were in danger! Reaching out through the Force, he sensed their location, but found no hostile intent. Just fear and annoyance. Then why were the two teenagers in danger? Nothing there intended them harm. But what was giving off feelings of annoyance? And why was Sabine silent?
   Inside the Loth Wolf's stomach, Ezra fought with all his strength, determined to upset the creature enough to vomit him back out. But the slimy walls of the digestive organ absorbed his blows with a surprising amount of elasticity. After about a minute and a half, Ezra gave up, tired, hopeless, and soaked in juices he would rather not think about.
  Not long thereafter, something hard joined him in his fleshy prison, brushing over his chest and past his face. As more of Sabine joined him, her legs continued over his chest, bending at the knee over his square shoulders. Her journey ended shortly after, with her private area squarely overlapping Ezra's and her chest and face mere inches from his. If it weren't for their predicament, he would have been extremely embarrassed and hopeful. Regardless, his body began transferring blood to places he didn't want it to go.
  "Sabine! Wake up!" he said, his voice sounding quiet amidst the gurgles and squelches of the wolf's belly. "Sabine! Are you alright?"
  Their new place of residence began to bounce violently as the mysterious wolf, which had picked up Sabine's helmet in its mouth and had a large belly sagging underneath it, began running to destinations unknown. The motion seemed to wake the Mandalorian up, as she grumbled about five minutes into their journey.
  "Ugh..." she mumbled. "Ezra, please tell me that's your lightsaber between my legs." The young Jedi blushed deeper than he had in his life, but the pitch blackness of the stomach hid it from her.
  "Y-Yeah," he lied, trying desperately to sound as truthful as he could. "You kind of pushed it when you came in."
  Sabine tried to stretch her arms but found them effectively pinned to her sides. She wriggled to try and free them. "Where are we, anyway? And why is it so cramped?" The stomach let out a loud growl, as if answering her question in the only language it could speak. Ezra grimaced, knowing what her next question would be.
  "What was that?" She finally managed to free her right arm, mucus dripping from her fingers. "Ezra, why am I covered it slime?" Her breathing got heavier as her brain finally put the pieces together. "Ezra, what happened!?" she demanded, though the terror in her voice suggested she already had an idea.
  "We were..." He paused, trying to find the best word to use. "Well, we were eaten."
  "EATEN!?" Sabine shouted. "As in, food!? Ezra, we aren't food! We have to get out of here!" She began wriggling again, trying desperately to free her Westar-35 from its holster.
  "Sabine, calm down," he tried soothing her.
  "CALM DOWN!?" she shot back. "Ezra, I know you're young-"
  "We're the same age, Sabine."
  "-But when something enters a stomach," the warrior continued, her voice high with anxiety. "It tends to get digested!" She paused for a moment. "I AM NOT ABOUT TO LET MYSELF BE DIGESTED ALIVE!!!"
  "Sabine! If this wolf wanted to digest us, wouldn't it have started already?" The young artist stopped her squirming.
  "And you're suddenly an expert on Loth Wolf digestive systems? Ezra, I don't know what your Jedi training has taught you about death, but I, for one, am not ready to die!"
  "The wolf isn't going to digest us!"
  "HOW DO YOU KNOW?"
  "IT TOLD ME!!" Sabine stopped struggling. Pressing a button on her wrist panel, she turned on a small flashlight that illuminated the cramped space and looked Ezra in the eyes. He could see the tear stains on her otherwise flawless face and knew she genuinely thought they were going to die.
  "What do you mean, 'it told you?' If you can talk to it, tell it to spit us out!"
  Ezra shook his head. "It's taking us back to our camp."
  "In its STOMACH?"
  "I'm not sure why. It wouldn't tell me."
  The organ gurgled, and a liquid began rising up from the bottom of the stomach. The teenagers locked eyes.
  "You said it wasn't going to digest us!"
  Ezra sighed. "Karrabast!"
   Hera Syndulla approached the meditating Jedi, the night wind cold on her sensitive lekku. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked out over the grassy plain.
  "Enjoying the view?" the Twi'lek joked. Kanan smirked.
  "Yeah, you could say that." Hera smiled, though deep down she was worried sick. Ezra and Sabine had a knack for getting themselves into trouble, more often than not a life-threatening situation. Kanan reached up and placed his hand on hers, gave it a light squeeze. "The two of them will be fine.
  "I think."
   The liquid had risen to halfway up their chests, but the bouncing of the wolf's gut sent it splashing up the walls. It gave the stale air an acrid stench that stung the teenagers' eyes. Ezra had placed a hand on the stomach wall, mentally talking with their predator. Sabine, whose light had short-circuited, was trying not to scratch at the places where the fluid touched her bare skin, making it maddeningly itchy. She also hoped Ezra's concentration were distracting him from the sense of hopeless dread she was inevitably giving off.
  'How can he be so calm?' the girl thought to herself. 'Here we are, trapped inside this wolf, while what I can only assume is stomach acid slowly fills this space until we drown. And he just...sits there!' A thunderous gurgle interrupted her musings, followed by a "blorp" and a series of groans.
  "Just a little more, Sabine. We're almost there."
  "Thank goodness. I don't know how much longer we'll last in here."
  The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the mild sounds of digestion and hoping their captor wasn't lying. Their collective moods brightened when they felt the wolf's pace slow down to a trot, and then a stop. But they were caught by surprise when the stomach contracted tightly, forcing the two closer and pressing their lips to together.
  The walls relaxed for a moment before tightening again, forcing their heads into the esophagus. Ezra tried to push away, to break the awkward kiss that Sabine secretly relished, but the tight throat kept him in place. The wolf continued this process, slowly vomiting the two humans. Eventually, to the appreciation of all parties involved, the regurgitation was over, and Ezra and Sabine lay sprawled in the dirt, covered in saliva and enzymes and gasping the fresh air.
  It's business finished, the wolf ran off into the grass, tripping a proximity sensor. Ryder, Hera, Kanan, Zeb and Chopper all rushed toward the triggered sensor and found their missing comrades, sitting up and wiping the clear slime off themselves.
  "Whoof, Ezra!" Zeb cried, their acrid smell reaching his sensitive Lasat nose. "What in the Empire did you two roll in?"
  Ezra and Sabine exchanged a knowing glance. "We'd rather not talk about it." Ezra finally replied. Chopper began spouting a string of "beedee beedees" at the two, pointing with his cranial manipulators.
  "Chopper's right," Hera said, holstering her pistol. "Whatever happened to you two can wait until you're cleaned up. That smell could distract Thrawn!" Sabine stood up and retrieved her helmet.
  "Wanna shower together?" Ezra asked in a lighthearted, joking fashion. Sabine chuckled.
  "In your dreams, Bridger!" As she headed towards Ryder's U Wing and its sonic shower, she felt her cheeks redden.