The coldest story ever told

Reaper had been here a handful of times before. He had sparred here. The land of bones and past battles seemed to have a way and drawing in the most battle ready opponents. Moloch flew above in the sky, low enough to keep an eye on the Bloodjaw. When Reaper traveled deeper into the land, he spotted a familiar sight in the distance. It was Ellara. The woman who had helped him slay a bear. He called out to her with a howl, a friendly howl, just alerting her of his presence. He would then approach her. Once he was in sight of her and close enough for her to hear him, he would greet her. "Hello Ellara! It is me Reaper. Fancy seeing you here amongst all these bones." He had to admit, he wanted to steal some of the bones here. They were of so tempting. Moloch flew down from the sky and perched upon the Bloodjaw's shoulders, watching the female wolf carefully. "Would you like a spar?" Reaper finally asked the woman, tilting his white head curiously.