Alastor and his shadow corralled the fox, keeping it more or less in one place. Sadly, it was too nimble to be trampled, and Alastor's aim with fireballs wasn't as accurate as when he had hands. It meant the stag and the fox were more or less at a stalemate.

Rather annoying, really.

A quick glance at Isabela and the rabbit seemed to show that the rabbit was doing a bit better. Good. As long as he could keep the fox under control, perhaps Isabela could figure out what the rabbit needed to end the nightmare.