The night is his home. The shadows, his territory. His eyes speak volumes of savagery and his desire to hunt. Protect or devour. Any can be an enemy or even a possible ally. No matter the state of the moon, Umbra has his way of life. With fang and claw he will clear his path until he settles his score....or something settles him.
A very capable combatant, expert survivalist with keen intuition. While he hates humans with a passion, his style of fighting is oddly reminiscent of one. Claws and fangs aside, his swings carry discipline as if he has been to a dojo or taught well. The only other possible hint to his past is a whit collar he keeps hidden with his fur.