A windswept mountain peak under a stormy twilight sky. Jagged cliffs rise sharply, slick with rain. Thunder rolls as lightning briefly illuminates the rugged terrain. At the edge of the precipice stands a barbarian warrior with fierce dark brown eyes framed by war paint. A simple wolf-fur hood shields her from the wind, and her worn leather armor, scarred from countless battles, clings to her frame. By her side prowls a shadow wolf, its black fur blending into the stormy gloom. Glowing amber eyes pierce the darkness, and mist swirls faintly at its paws. The warrior grips a battle axe etched with faintly glowing runes. Together, they face the tempest, their presence a symbol of unity and primal strength. In the distance, the ruins of an ancient altar rise from the mist, framed by the storm’s fury.