((OOC: No problem at all))
Umbra let the night surround its being, feeling the cool night air on its body. Tonight, its current form was that of an iridescent silver wolf, and alpha male, suiting for Umbra's current mood. The form was feral, seeming as if it were a lone wolf, perhaps one that had once been an alpha, but had been dethroned by a rival pack. Only the iridescence around it made it seem anything out of the ordinary; one moment the thick fur coat was white and silver, and the next it was highlighted an angry red, or royal violet, or thoughtful blue when the moonlight fell on it. Energy seemed to pulse around the creature.
As a wolf, Umbra's senses were heightened greatly. So much that, though his sight wasn't great, the smells and sounds of the nightlife overwhelmed his senses. Insect whirred past and animals called into the darkness. Oakwood and pine stung his nose, almost completely obscured by the evanescent perfume of wildflowers and honeysuckle and ferns that clashed with the faint scent of urine and feces. . . all smells of the wild. Umbra would have loved to bask in it. Run through the trees in wild abandon and momentarily loose himself in the form of the wolf.
But, he had a job to do. His keen senses were focused on the nature around him, but on a gentle sickening smell that grew stronger as he made his way through the dense forest. Like a steadily worsening migraine, the scent of carnage became more apparent to the Djinn's wolven snout. He slowed his step, going from a casual trot to a slow, careful stalk as the sickeningly sweet scent of blood drew him closer and closer to its source. Everything was so much worse then even he imagined. By the moonlight he was able to see black blotches that made the grass slick. Flies swarmed around the thickening patches of gore, and Umbra cast his red eyes about cautiously, at any moment expecting his quarry to leap out at him. Then he saw the fire, and what seemed to have been a camp, or hideout. Instantly his body tensed, so much so that he crushed a large twig under paw. He mentally scolded himself and took an involuntary step back, realizing that he had probably destroyed any chance of an ambush.