It could be explained, her wolf body would probably be a bit larger than human form anyways.
Meanwhile, with Phantasma...
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Danny and company finally made it to Fenton Works (Thankfully, his parents weren't home yet).
"Okay," he said, looking at the ghost girl, "Who are you?
Phanty looked confused, "I told you, dreamboat, I'm Phantasma."
"No," Danny took a few breaths, "I'm sorry, but we have some questions we need you to answer."
Phanty grinned, throwing herself back and hovering above the couch, "Sure, Dreamboat, fire away."
"How come my ghost sense didn't detect you?"
Phanty blinked confusedly for a moment before realization dawned on her face,"Oh," she reached into her shirt and brought out a small pendant with a blue jewel, "I always forget I'm wearing this. Daddy got it for me before I went to Mardi-Gras last year. With all the Voodoo practitioners, shaman and other mages and witches in the area, he didn't want me getting caught and used for something bad. It keeps people from detecting me as a ghost."
"Your daddy?" Sam repeated, "Danny said you mentioned him before."
"Oh, yeah, that metal guy, he got a bit drunk at the last Christmas party and got a little fresh with me, which creeped me out and really made Daddy mad."
"Is that why Skulker ran off earlier?"
"Oh, yeah, I mean I like to think I'm strong, but Daddy sends most ghosts flying without a fight."
"Why?" Danny asked, "Is your dad that strong?
"Well, yeah, but there are other reason," Phanty trailed off, "See, daddy is...The Phantom."
Danny was silent for a moment, "The phantom?"
"No, you have to say it with that dark emphasis, The Phantom."
They were silent for a moment, before Tucker finally asked, "Okay, who's The Phantom?"
Phanty looked at Danny for a moment before gasping, "Oh, right, you're half human, you don't know Ghost Zone politics."
Danny's eyebrows flew up, "There's politics in the ghost zone? I thought it was just, sorta, everyone does their own thing."
"Oh, well, yeah, it hasn't been all that organized since Daddy and some others lock that Ghost King guy up, but that was way before I was born," she ignored the surprised looks of the others, "but there are rules ghosts have to follow, set by daddy, so they don't get in trouble with other races. See, daddy is the ghost representative of the Council."
"The Council?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, the Council of the Mystic and Supernatural. It's real name is, like, 23 syllables long and in elvish, but everyone just calls it the Council. It has representatives for most supernatural races, Daddy for ghosts, Count Dracula for vampires, the mummy Imhotep representing the undead of Africa and Europe, and so on, every type has someone on the council, well, except, I think since Winnie's dad retired the werewolves are stiil tring to choose a new representative, and the Goblin King is also filling in until his daughter can take her mother's spot for the Faries."
"Goblins?" Tucker fainted.
"Vampires?" Sam's eyes shined
"Werewolves?" Danny wondered if that explained Wulf's origin.