A pack of hunting hounds kept by the Watchers upon Oldavor’s border. These unfortunate hounds met a gruesome end in the maw of a rabid shapeshifter. Thus they themselves have become more fuel for its ghastly expansion, threatening to overrun a small border post. Without the cunning hivemind of the Shapeshifters to control them, it seems they are little more than rabid beasts, yet any psionically gifted individual would indeed have the fortitude to enthrall such creatures, enforcing them to hunt with intellect rather than ravenous hunger.