A land fertilized by corpses.

Ellara's paws crunched softly over the bone-littered ground of the Boneyard, her pink eyes scanning the desolate expanse with a determined gleam. The ancient wasteland stretched before her, a haunting reminder of countless battles fought and lives lost. The skeletal remains scattered across the terrain told tales of worship and war that predated any living memory, creating an eerie but oddly beautiful landscape.

She adjusted the reinforced hide collar around her neck, the bone reinforcements making a slight clicking noise as she moved. The bladed hide bracers on her forearms glinted in the pale light, the ivory blades sharp and ready for the next challenge. Beside her, two Barred Owls soared gracefully, their mocha and white feathers blending seamlessly with the muted tones of the Boneyard. Their 50" wingspans cast fleeting shadows over the ground, adding to the mystique of Ellara's presence.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head to the sky and let out a long, resonant howl. The sound echoed across the wasteland, a call to any who dared to face her in battle. The owls circled above, their sharp eyes watching for any sign of approach. Ellara stood tall, her heart steady, her spirit unyielding. The Boneyard awaited, and so did her next test.