Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.

Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.

Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:

"Do you have what it takes?"

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The young vixen padded through the umbrage,her pads making no noise on the terra.Her ash-blue canvas light weight on her form.Her hazel-green orbits clear and calm as she paddes on through the umbrage.Her ashen audes peick at the howl of another vixen.The other vixen's howl cuts cheerfully across the realm.Her crown is raised as she pads towards the border.On her long appendages,the teenaged vixen looks full-grown.Her banner is held high and her ash-blue crest is raised,as it shows she is proud of who she is.Her nares flare as she gets much closer to the border.The scent of the pack is heavily marked on their land.She finally hits the border.She looks around for a moment.

The ash-blue vixen tucks her long appendages under her hunches.She wraps her plume around her paws and sits for a few moments.She blinks her hazel-green pools before raising her ash-blue tinted mug.Her ivory incisors flash as a howl calling the Regal leaves her labrums.She lowers her mug and stares at the forest calmly.







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