He didn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings; he still needed to rely on the power of the King of the Jackalweres to completely destroy the invaders of the Plains of Bone.
Howl!
The situation changed rapidly, with a satisfying howl coming from inside, revealing the pleasure of a long-hungry stomach being filled.
The howl was not from a ghoul, but from a Jackalwere.
Accompanied by the howl, the Jackalwere began to change at a visible speed. Its already hunched body became more hunched, front paws touched the ground, fur fell off in patches revealing pale skin, shoulder blades rose high, with bones spreading, and the pale skin gathered on them, forming a pair of large, pale bat wings.
For a moment, it was unclear whether to call it a Winged Jackalwere or a Winged Ghoul.
