Suddenly very uncomfortable, you back away until you see a nest more fit for a family of eagles than of wolves. You see a welcoming orange light before it, and you sprint towards it desperately.
It’s another wolf, though you’re starting to doubt that’s all they are. Her ears twitch as she hears you approach, and a slow smile spreads across her face.
”You know, they call me Iron, sometimes. They say it’s what my claws are made of.”
You would much rather not find out if they were right.
PHOENIX, DEADLY WILDFIRE
ROLE
THE EAGLE THAT HERALDS DEATH. THE EARTH SMOLDERS BENEATH HER TOUCH. WHERE SHE GOES, WE WILL FOLLOW. WHEREVER WE ARE NEEDED, SHE SHOWS US THE WAY. SCOUT.
WARNINGS
SHE IS ARROGANT AND HOTHEADED. SHE KNOWS HER OWN POWER BUT WILL NOT HESITATE TO TEST HER LIMITS. HER ANGER IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE PLAYED WITH.
METHODS
SHE LOST HER LIFE IN A RAGING WILDFIRE, EAGLE’S FEATHER CLENCHED IN HER TEETH. HER WINGS ARE SMOLDERED, HER FUR IMBUED WITH THE VERY FLAME THAT KILLED HER.
THIS IS HOW SHE WILL DIE ONCE MORE.
Scout 
Scout