At length, the pack arrived at the vacant lot.  The spirit world around it wasn't particularly exceptional, mostly consisting of the blurry, indistinct roads that tended to form large sections of the suburban spirit realm.  The vacant lot, meanwhile, was green and lush, almost too lush.  The entire area seemed to be a soupy wetland, a stronghold of nature in an artificial environment.<br/><br/>Throughout the lot ran a number of tiny, unidentifiable motes, that found themselves chased by odd, dog like spirits.  The spirits consisted of a two foot long meaty cylinder, with four spindly legs coming from the sides.  At one side, the spirits have a strange, vicious maw that constantly drips an odd, inky substance.  At the center of the field sat a metal trailer, itself a fairly large spirit.  From its maw dripped more of what dripped from the odd dog spirits, and shortly after the pack entered, it coughed up another odd dog.<br/><br/>The field contained about twenty odd dogs, and somehow, the substance that dripped from them seemed to be nurturing it, making it more lush.