Stalking the mist-veiled fells and sulphur-tinged steam moors of Margard are the Ghoulfangs, creatures of grim legend and brutal reality often called Ash-Wolves in plainer tongues. They are fundamentally alien to this world's native biosphere of reptile and amphibian dominance; like the altered humans who both hunt and fear them, Ghoulfangs are descendants of off-world stock – Terran hunting hounds brought aboard the ancient colony ships. Millennia ago, both human and hound were irrevocably fused and twisted by the same chaotic warp-meld event that birthed Margardian society, seeding a shared, unnatural heritage. This tainted genesis manifests most horrifically in the Ghoulfangs through 'The Wasting,' a slow, living decay that causes their flesh to peel and blacken even as they hunt, revealing stark white bone beneath ragged patches of coarse fur – a walking portrait of corruption made manifest.

Despite this gruesome affliction, the Ghoulfangs have not merely survived but violently carved out their own niche, establishing themselves as Margard's apex mammalian predators through sheer, warp-fueled ferocity and terrifying resilience. They have stabilized within the biosphere, a successful, if monstrous, invasive species mirroring humanity's own foothold. Their chilling howls are a common sound in the Margardian wilds, symbols of the planet's inherent danger and foundational taint. Hunting these formidable beasts, especially the ancient alphas whose forms are more bleached bone than living flesh, is the ultimate test under Dominus-Law, yielding the grotesque yet highly prized Grave-Pelts worn as symbols of power and survival by the planet's ruling elite.