The Baron whipped off his glove, the strange substance blowing off his hand going green in the gathering dark. He pointed his hand at the wolf, fingers splayed and outstretched as even more began to pour out. He inwardly thanked the animal for tossing Miss Claudia clear. The substance began to concentrate and bulge in three places, stretching and squishing until they had ripped themselves faces.

"I'll give you an opening." He said. "[i]Haunt Sign: Hounds of the Wild Hunt[/i]." The three concentrated balls of the substance shot off his hand toward the wolf, each one growing and elongating. As they flew their faces got sharper, gaining distinct mouths and teeth. Their eyes narrows. They grew ears. Front paws emerged that batted at the air in front of them, dragging them forward even faster. By the time they flew past Serene each had taken the shape of a ghostly green hound, their back-halves replaced with long and traditionally ghostly tails.

The ghosts hounds sped toward the wolf, aiming to harry the creature and lock down its movement by latching on to any loose bits with their jaws.