Stephen sighed when the damn dogs just breezed closer - he'd definitely be adjusting the wards, then. Probably configuring the barrier spell and tweaking it to weave in aspects of the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth into the tapestry - which meant that any intruder would suddenly be turned into a scallop or something, and bunged off into the sea. The island was quirky with his magic, interfering almost - the way static would sizzle and pop. So he'd see what he could configure, interlocking puzzle pieces together (and how he wished he had the Book of the Vishanti to give him what he needed - however, that was a pipe dream).
"Well, that definitely won't happen again - I'd hate for something else to potentially ruin our would-be steak dinners," he said as mandalas bloomed around them like fiery bubbles, looking almost like soap, a magical spiderweb shooting out and connecting to each other and weaving a circle, a cage of light that further protected the animals. Dirt and rock and grass and some of the remaining hounds bounced against it like a tsunami. Bronze glowed, heat kicked up a notch, and there were ugly sounds and smells as he handled his fair share of creatures. Some were stabbed with his Eldritch weapons, others were halved by portals - it depended on what he was feeling.