I'm phenomenal at it, and that's problematic!

Ellara stood in the heart of the Boneyard, her latte-pink and coffee-brown fur blending with the muted, eerie landscape. Her striking pink eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement amidst the skeletal remains and scattered bones that littered the ground. The Boneyard was a place of challenge, a testament to the strength and resilience of those who dared to enter, and today Ellara was ready to prove herself once again.

The bladed hide bracers strapped to her legs glinted in the pale light, a stark contrast to the shadows that danced around her. The reinforced hide collar around her neck added an extra layer of protection, a silent reminder of the battles she had fought and the ones yet to come. Perched on either side of her, her companions - a male and female Barred Owl, remained vigilant, their keen eyes ever watchful for any approaching threat.

Ellara took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs and steadying her nerves. She felt the familiar surge of energy coursing through her veins, the anticipation of the fight fueling her.