||A dead-white lupine form lopes across the countryside with an immaterial body, the Ghost Wolf counterfeits the dread Great Wolves. These Undead variety, however, inspire even more fear and dread than their living kin. These creatures are most often observed running in packs, but from time to time they have been known to be in the service of other powerful Undead. In fact, it is told by adventurers who have survived the ordeal of crossing the Blasted Plains far to the south that there is a Vampire Lord there who has a pack of 100 of these vicious Undead constantly prowling the expanses of his realm. Needless to say, such a large pack of Ghost Wolves would deter even the most dedicated group of travelers from achieving their goal.
These creatures roam the wide, wild open spaces, hunting in packs under a dominant spectral male or female of particular Undead might. They will run all night long in search of prey, tirelessly, as their blazing eyes light their paths like redly glowing lamps. As the dawn breaks, they normally retreat to caves or underground tunnels to await the coming of the next night, where they again will be free to hunt for the life force of living beings which they need to continue their existence.
This ghost’s canine fangs and claws draw blood like those of its living brethren, but more than blood is drained; those who miss their endurance roll vs the attack will lose 3 CON per round of contact. Due to their insubstantial form, magical weapons are necessary to harm these Undead. When death finally calls these creatures, their bloodless corpses dissipate like smoke in a strong wind.