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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Two slender russet frames move noisily through the silent forest, a loud crashing following behind them as the duo stumbled along aimlessly through the forest. The young naive girls seemed to carry no burden, whatsoever. Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, oomph. Wibbly raised her frame from the dirt with a wince "stupid rock. Move out of my way." she demanded in a childish way baring her fangs as she turned around. "its not alive..." Time's gentle voice played across the air with a knowledgable air to it, offering her sister a smile the more timid of the twins sat down waiting for Wobbly to catch up.

Her gait sounded off as the more clumsy of the two struggled to catch up despite her throbbing joints. Once she reached Time's side she bumped the girl and they continued off once more talking quietly amongst themselves, speaking nothing but the foolish nonsense of slightly retarded wolves. Covering topics like how much an elk could weigh, and how many rabbits equal a wolf. Could a wolf be killed by a large  group of rabbits? Finally however Wobbly skid to a stop and looked up at Time "where are we?" she inquired looking around wildly a gasp emitting from her muzzle as a panicked look crossed the female's face.

"Your with me." Time replied brightly "and so, not lost. But it does seem like there are an awful lot of wolves nearby." she murmured her nose wrinkling quietly. "OHOH! Do you think it's a real live pack?" Wobbly's loud excited lyrics pierced the air and she bounced from paw to paw anticipating her sister's answer. Neither had ever seen a pack before, growing up with so many siblings they had never needed the social aspect it provided, they were born into what could be considered a pack, but the girls disagreed because all the wolves were related by blood.

"Of course not." Time's words were rushed and harsh "there would be some hedge to prevent us from joining, and it's just absurd. Let's turn around." she demanded with a frown and turned stalking off leaving Wobbly at the border. The confused twin looked from the border to her sister conflicted, and lay down between the two of them and began to wail "I'm lost I'm lost" the girl cried as her sister vanished out of view. 

As Time stalked off she glared at the ground refusing to look at her sister out of sheer fear of what a pack held. The girl had known nothing but her family and no other wolf. A solitary creature she only enjoyed the company of her sister. She had been warned of the dangers that lay within other packs, and they horrified her.

However her sisters cries met her own ears the twin turned and sprinted back toward Wobbly. Reaching her sister she poked her with a cinnamon paw and tilted her cranium "come on then, let's go see who was right" she offered hesitantly, and grinned halfheartedly before again abandoning her sister's side to walk toward the scent of wolves.

Wobbly looked up hopefully and grinned springing to her paws "Alright, come on." she replied and trotted forward at an ungraceful trot. Tamlin's howl pierced the air and the girls' auditories and Wobbly picked up her pace moving forward eagerly.  When the girls finally arrived in the clearing Time observed they were the only ones. "Hello! I'm Wibbly-Wobbly, but, Time just calls me Wobbly, and that's my sister, Time."

The girl dropped to a playful bow as her sister dipped her cranium and nudged her sister before dropping into a deep respectful bow, her paws stretched out while Wobbly looked on curiously "What are you doing?" she inquired mocking her sister's actions and then rising with a shrug "she's rather strange sometimes." 

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