They could mix!? News to him, though he'd come to learn that plenty was possible from the moment Beauty and the Beast first initiated. The dog got to learn plenty, too, with an elbow in the mush. When it also got a kick to the front for its troubles, there was something akin to the sound of a cord snapping as the dog went down, and made no attempt to get back up.

The cord shimmered as it receded to its owner, and the dog twitched before it burst into smoke and shadows, leaving that telltale red orb behind. Kanji lowered an eyebrow. So that's one puppet down. But the other was just getting back on its feet, ready for more, and the grass was moving, like snakes moved throughout past them. One such wire coiled around the soul, absorbing it on its way through with the tip glowing a soft yet angry red.

"...The hell's-" The pressure increased and Kanji had to exert a bit of force to push it all back before they both lost their minds. The dog endured in its undeath as the wires entered its joints, embedding and growing taut, but it was the red-ripped wire jabbing into the skull that changed everything: A black smoke oozing from its nostrils and mouth, the dog began to twist and change, growing into something of a dire wolf more than some family pet. The hollowed-out eyes grew small dot-like pupils of red that turned to them, burning and smoking as the old man on the fence applauded in delight.

It'd been months since he'd last made a hell hound!