Claude was running on base instinct right now, hunting Stella. It was if she were everywhere and no where all at the same time, it was maddening. He snarled and growled as his rage grew. A dark mist that turned black as night and brought a biting chill with it rose from the ground a few yards from Claude.It formed itself into a roughly human shape, then refined itself into a feminine shape. It was imitating Stella, beckoning Claude to it. Hesitant at first, the illusion became more powerful and soon Claude truly saw Stella before him. Like a happy puppy, he trotted over to her and sat in front of her. Her hand outstretched and rested upon his head, and the chill of death washed over Claude. The illusion shimmered a bit, but enough for Claude to see that it wasn't Stella. He barked out and snapped his jaws at the enchantress, raising up to his hind legs to show off his immense size and muscularity. Snarls and barks left his muzzle as the enchantress giggled, the black mist lashing out at Claude. Biting and clawing uselessly at the mist, he tried to protect himself. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his legs and hooks made from the mist sunk into him and anchored him to the ground. The earth vomited chains made of the mist and entangled him, while the enchantress cackled, her true, wretched form being exposed.<br/><br/>Jerome was out like a light as Hector threw him onto the horse. He didn't hear Claude's barking in the shuffle, but was very unnerved. Claude was right behind him the last time he checked, it was so strange that he suddenly wasn't there. And what of Jerome, snozzing in the middle of the wintery woods. And more still, what was that sound he and Stella heard just before they found Jerome. Hector was puzzled, to say the least, when he heard a light, almost too faint to be heard, coughing sound to the east. "Did you hear that?" He asked Stella