Morwenna the Savage.

Morwenna was born beneath a sky split by lightning, her first cry drowning in the roar of thunder. Left for the carrion gods on a stone altar, she was found not by priests or kings, but by a beast-wolf that tore through the guards and carried her into the wild.

She grew among fangs and claw, suckled by the savage, hardened by the hunt. Her flesh carries scars of storms and battle, her eyes burn with the fire of prey that became predator. The axe she wields is a slab of iron torn from the forge of war, scarred and caked with the blood of tribes who swore to chain her.

With every howl of her companion, armies falter. With every strike of her axe, kingdoms remember that crowns are brittle things.

To speak her name is to taste iron: Morwenna the Savage, Wolf-Queen of the Blood Peaks.