I Laugh in the Face of Danger!

Graive padded silently through the Boneyard, her ghostly blue eyes scanning the macabre landscape. The scent of blood and decay was familiar, almost comforting in its own way. She was no stranger to such places, where the strong survived and the weak perished. As Raumr’s roar echoed through the desolate area, she turned her head, intrigued by the challenge.

Emerging from the shadows, her gray coat with white stripes blended eerily with the skeletal remains around her. Despite her slender frame, her presence was formidable. "Seeking a challenge?" she purred, her voice a low, haunting melody. "Any desire to state terms for this spar?" With a fluid, graceful motion, Graive circled him, her eyes never leaving his, sizing him up as a worthy opponent.