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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Why does Misty look so surprised at my question? It looks as though she is uncomfortable as well, and I wonder why. Is there something about the pack life that has hurt her in the past? Or is she just trying to think of how to answer without possibly saying something offensive? Finally she speaks, and I wonder what - or who - she's speaking of. A friend? My lips tilt upwards in a slight smile and then I look towards the pup who's studying me intently. Valiantly, she rises, lifting her hurt leg off the ground. From the way it's hanging, it's most definitely broken. Somehow, she would need to reset it; not a fun process.

She reassures us that she's fine and I roll my shoulders in the closest thing I can muster to a shrug. "All right," I tell her. "My den isn't far from here... we'll go there and you'll talk." I swing around and twist one ear back to hear if they're following. Hopefully, Misty will follow too - 'we' does include her as well. With precise, measured steps, I weave through the trees as though following an invisible map, pausing every now and then to throw a glance back at the pup and the white girl. Brisk wind tosses my golden fur into violent disarray and cold seeps slowly below into my skin.

When we get to the den, I make sure the pup is in front of us before I speak again. "Are you alone? Where are your parents?" My words are gentle, meant to soothe, not to hurt.


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[ male | adult | teal eyed, golden furred | no love | no pups | second of bright moon ]

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