There's beauty in the breakdown

Ellara moved gracefully through the barren expanse, the soft rustle of her paws on the ashen ground barely breaking the oppressive silence. The Boneyard stretched out before her, a vast and desolate landscape littered with the remnants of countless battles and long-forgotten ceremonies. Bones, bleached by the relentless sun and time itself, jutted from the ground like the haunting specters of warriors past. Each step she took seemed to echo with the whispers of ancient conflicts, a reminder of the land's bloody history.

The wound on her flank, earned in her previous spar, had healed well. It left a faint scar, a testament to her resilience and determination. As she approached the heart of the Boneyard, she paused to admire the eerie beauty of her surroundings. The air was thick with the scent of old blood and decay, a grim but fitting backdrop for the challenge she was about to issue.

Raising her head, Ellara's vibrant pink eyes scanned the horizon. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle around her. With a powerful and haunting howl, she called out for a challenger, her voice piercing through the stillness. The sound carried far and wide, reverberating off the skeletal remains scattered across the land. It was a clear, unwavering declaration of her readiness to face whatever opponent dared to answer.