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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Tamlin's head was raised proudly and his tail raised as he lithely ran along the western border. A full patrol of it would take over an hour, but the half cut he was doing now wouldn't take very long - perhaps forty-five minutes at the most. His lean but muscled bodice was propelled forward easily by his slender stilts as he ducked and dodged through the foliage, slinking through the deadfall and occasionally bunching his muscles and leaping over obstacles such as fallen logs, smaller bushes or rocks that loomed in his path. He ran with the tireless endurance of a fit wolf, not stopping save for occasionally pausing to lift his leg and renew his pungent odor where it was fading. He moved slower than usual, wanting to save his energy for the hunt that he would lead later.

However, his ideas of a peaceful border patrol were halted by the aroma of a threesome of wolves. Koa, a she wolf of his pack, Demon Moon, a male of his pack, and a newcomer bearing the powerful perfume of estogen about her. Turning himself more in their direction, he continued forward. Instead of racing toward the group, he took his time, instead picking up a canter-type pace. The ivory boy loped forward for a few minutes before sliding to a seamless walk and striding at that pace for the last hundred meters.

His ears pricked forward and his tail arched dominantly over his snow-hued spine, his body practically screamed out that he was the alpha. Even if his posture didn't give his rank away, his words did. "Please submit if you wish to join Bright Moon." His lilting lyrics are cool and professional as he aloofly watches the maiden. His facade is completely blank, wiped clear of all obvious emotion as he scrutinized the dark duchess. He took in everything without necessarily judging too heavily, from her scratched side to her friendly facial expression. To make sure the crimson hessian and the cream fea didn't feel like he was ignoring them, he gave them, one at a time, a quick glance out of the side of his navy iris'.




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