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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I find myself wandering the borders of Bright Moon so soon after being accepted by Raylen. Why, you might ask? I couldn't give you an answer if I tried. My unsure paws cut a path along the edges of the pack lands, uncertain whether to step across and find solace in isolation as I'd tried before or try something new and stay right where I am.

It's not that I don't like it here. True, I haven't even begun to experience Bright Moon. I met Raylen and found understanding in his gaze, something I never thought I'd find for how many wolves get abandoned by their mates, not once but twice? I'm not saying I'm special because of this or that I must be the only one. I'm sure there are others, just not any that I've run into before.

Yet there was something in Raylen's beautiful eyes that told me he knew my pain of betrayal and abandonment. He knew it first hand.

I had grasped onto that understanding with everything I have left and now I'm left unsure of what to do next. Should I try reaching out or lie low until I feel more comfortable? Will I ever feel more comfortable? It's been months, long drawn out months, since I remember laughing or playing or anything close to being happy. Those days were back when Phonix was in my life. I'd come to think that those days were over.

But when I saw the look in Raylen's eyes, I'd started questioning it. After all, he looked like he knew the pain but he also looked like he'd gotten over at least some of the pain. I remember him as I first saw him: proud and friendly, open to my withdrawn personality and welcoming me into his home. He didn't seem anything like I've been the past months. He seemed a little better...happier. So then was there hope for me?

I can only hope so. The next question is..do I deserve to be happy? I'd gone from blaming Phonix for leaving to blaming myself. Surely I must have done something wrong for him to torment me so with his absence. It couldn't just be coincidence.

I'd spent long hours staring into nothingness while I pieced together old memories, trying to figure out just what I'd done to drive him away. I was left more confused and overwhelmed than ever at the end yet no closer to success or happiness. In the end, I'd given in to depression and let my personality wither into the shell it is today. I became a weak soft hearted wolf with no backbone and no hope. Did I want that old wolf back? The one that would fight till she dropped and laughed and flirted and didn't care what anyone else thought?

I'm beginning to think I do.

And so I find myself wandering the edges of Bright Moon, contemplating and trying to figure things out. At this point, a strange scent whiffs through my nostrils, causing ivory ears to stand at attention as I stop and tense up. A wolf at the border. Should I go greet her?

For a moment I'm stunned at my own thoughts. I haven't volunteered to go talk to another wolf in a long time. Either I was called for a meeting or a pack hunt, but I never looked for company willingly. My tail gives a faint wag, hope starting to spiral in my chest.

I decide to go with it, though nerves have my paws taking hesitant steps, ears flickering uncertainly, reminding me that I can turn and run at any moment yet pressuring myself to keep going forward. Finally my golden eyes take in the charcoal colored wolf waiting at the border and when I get a whiff of pain and blood, I pause a bit. She's hurt!

My eyes soften immediately, taking the pitch black cub with a mother's gaze even though I've never had my own litter. I feel my heart drawn to her even as I continue stepping forward, my legs a little more willing to go now. I stop a few feet away with a strangled whine, taking in the full extent of her damage including her dangling leg which looks useless even to me. How was she able to get here on a broken leg? It astounds me.

I find my voice coming out in a whisper. I'm Misty, don't be afraid. You'll be taken care of here. What's your name? The only thing I can think of is distracting her from the pain with my voice, with other thoughts like answers to questions. All the while my ears flicker uncertainly, waiting for another wolf to come bail me out and take care of the cub because I honestly don't have a clue how to help her.



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