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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Thoughts of my past flooded my mind. The happy. The surprised. The horror. Fear consumed my body when it happened, but now wasn't the time to have a flash of the past. I needed to forget what happened and move on, it wasn't everyday something like this happened, so why would it happen again? The thought of a repeat of the past-doing made me shiver in slight horror and disguist, but I padded along. Dirt clung to my pads as my inky frame silently moved on into the darkness of the forest, thorns brushed my pelt, some getting caught and pulling at my skin, drawing blood. My auds perked as I tried to make out a sound in the silent area. The occasional sound of a chirp or a cricket singing would reach my auds to remind me I wasn't deaf. My emerald orbs sliced through the shadows as the treeline came into sight, the presence of other wolves becoming near.

The scent of a pack envaded my nostrils as soon as I took my first step out of the treeline and into the gray, paw deep ash, an immediate difference from the hard, dirt ground that I had been traveling on for what seemed like decades. Soon enough the stench of the pack became thick, telling me the border was nearly under my paws. I skidded to a stop, halting right before the territory line. I sighed deeply as I thought about how long of a wait I would have to overcome before the alpha came to greet me, but who knows, it could be worth it.

My ebony pelt stood out against the bright colors of the scenery, giving me a sense of dark eeriness. Don't suspect me as cruel or volatile, for I was neither those descriptions, nor am I all sweet and innocent. Me? I am what I call nuetral. I take neither a good nor bad side. I am even. I am fair.

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