Ripping through veils of shadow and space, the Phase Prowlers hunt not just with claw and fang - but with the uncanny certainty that their prey is already doomed.

This trio brings together three distinct manifestations of the same terrifying entity. One prowls in eerie, graceful silence, tentacles raised and mouth parted in anticipation. Another leaps mid-attack, fangs bared and limbs coiled in fury. The final one crouches low to the ground, face contorted in a silent snarl - a perfect predator poised to pounce.

Each model captures a different moment in the cycle of the hunt - prowling, crouching and pouncing - making them perfect as a cohesive encounter group, shapeshifting horror, or the nightmarish avatars of something even worse.