Unnamed

In the Tribe of the Burnt Cookie, a young flambobo had been born. Her eyes spoke of her immense power, no doubt a blessing from Flamecaller herself. And yet, the young hatchling changed while growing up.
Her features turned more wild and fearsome than most of her clanmates have ever seen. And strangest of all: She did not stop growing for a long time, becoming a giant of her kind. With her size, her power grew too. Physical, magical and spiritual. An air of otherness surrounded her. Less a tundra, more a creature of mythos.

...And yet, her demeanour always remained as sweet as it should be for Flamecaller's favourite tundras. This flambobo may be the beginning a new era, her clanmates, and many others who got to saw her, think.
She herself however is indifferent to these claims. As long as she can keep eating cookies, she's fine with whatever they see in her. If only most didn't find her too intimidating to hug...