Wildfire, the true compass, the warrior who has the battle scars of a woman confined for too long. She is thunder and rawness, and the feeling of fire in your bones. She smells of burnt sage and heavy rain, and carries the sword of the thousand women warriors that fought before her. She ignites the hearts around her, her passion to fight fierce and strong, to burn her fears in cages, to burn the sisterhood who scorned her and the brotherhood who held her down. She has felt the fear and pain, and done it anyway.