The wind shifted slightly hitting Fafnir from his left side, the wolf instinctively looked towards the new sensation not really expecting to see anything. Deep in the darkness there seemed to be movement, a faint red glow developed around Fafnir's normally brown eyes, it would take very sharp eyes to catch the magical color shift. As the spell took effect Fafnir's vision brightened significantly, there was no longer any shadow in his sight, as if everything was bathed in the light of a noon day sun, nightvision spells were always a must need for a hunter like him. That is when Fafnir saw her, trying to use darkness as her only shield, the werewolf smirked and licked his lips as he observed her. She had a strange beauty with her unnaturally pale skin and long black hair, the look of her spoke of something unearthly, there was quite some distance between them but it was quite clear they were on the same cliff backed by the same forest. With a hungry smirk Fafnir backed slowly into the forest, obscuring himself behind a tree before turning to dart off into the thick forest.<br/><br/>It only took a few long strides to make the man easily lost among all the pale trees, between strides Fafnir shifted, suddenly covered in thick black fur. Fafnir shifted much more quickly, and with greater ease than the werewolves of Innistrad, not that he was aware of it, changing had never been difficult for him a trait of werewolves of his plane. The wolfman launched himself into the air grasping a branch with his long clawed  hands and throwing himself high into the tree cover, fairly well hidden by the foliage. Reaching deep within Fafnir found the root of his magic and then released his spell with a long howl, reaching out across the infinite cosmos for that which was sworn to him. From the shadows of the trees stepped several simple gray wolves, a pack from another world stepped onto innistrad as if they had always been there. The pack sniffed the air looking around and gathering their bearings as they found themselves on a new world, much as Fafnir had. Smelling what he had the wolves began to growl, their hackles rising in agitation to the nature of this world.<br/><br/>Fafnir howled again and the wolves darted off through the forest towards where the werewolf had seen the woman, searching for a sign. The howls would be an unsettling sound for most denizens of Innistrad even this far from the Kessig forests they knew of the werewolves, after all they occasionally tended to wander from their home. The possibility of running face to face with a pack of wolves would be enough to set most of the denizens of Innistrad on guard, and not even a vampire really wanted to run into a werewolf alone. There would be next to no way to know that Fafnir was much more dangerous than another infected by the moon's curse, his mere existence as a planeswalker put him beyond most beings understanding. In the distance the wolves howled having found some sign of their quarry, Fafnir's lips curled in anticipation as he lauched from one tree to the next following the sounds of his pack.