I Laugh in the Face of Danger!

It was not his ideal place to be. He didn't quite enjoy death and despair, but he also needed to keep his skills sharp and his claws sharper. The coppery tinge of blood and echoing cries of pain zeroed the liger in on an empty area of the Boneyard. Careful to avoid sharper ends of carcasses that jutted up from the ground in gross ways, he comes to pause without disturbing those whose lives had been lost. Amber eyes scan the location, distaste clear upon his expression. It was no wonder this was the place to come and fight.

With no better time than the present, Raumr tilts back his head and releases a deep roar that scatters the nearby vultures. His tail flicks anxiously behind him as he pushes his paws forward into a deep stretch. Might as well stay warm while he waited for his next opponent.

Raumr Regalus, the Third