Things aren't really going in their side's favor, but it's fine. Standing guard and chasing fae around a little is okay, whatever. It's only until after the cages come out that Ghoul realizes this isn't a normal attempt to overrun a territory, and boy, is he pissed.

He's storming through alleyways, keeping out of sight to prevent any witches from calling him over for help. As fucking if. His plan is to, perhaps, find a few wolves and nag them to leave with him until he remembers Lan's shop is here. Maybe they're planning on putting her in a cage too. With that in mind, he darts off towards her place.

On the way, he spots a salt circle around a tiny building- being full of spite, he slows long enough to kick through the salt as he passes by. He doesn't know whether it'll do anything and since he can hear voices around the corner he doesn't stick around to find out, but a few blocks later he comes across another. This one is quieter, maybe unguarded. He stops, looks around, and then crouches down by the circle. After a few seconds of squinting at it, he reaches out and swipes his palm across the ground a few times, creating a wide gap in the line. Fuck the police.