Umbra

You stop in your tracks as a dark, muscular-looking male wolf got in your face. His teeth were bared, displaying a pair of sharp incisors. His dark mane bristled and he looked ready for a fight. You take a step back, raising your tail in alert and glancing around the Roost; the other hunters don't seem very worried, some of them rolling their eyes. "Stay out of my way, þrútna rask (curdled scrap)!" He bellowed in your face, blazing blue eyes glaring straight through you.