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 can tell instantly that Ray didn't mean his words to come out the way they did. I glance up to see him watching Journey, watching her shift uncomfortably. She looks so sad that it breaks my heart. Ears flick back and I glance once more at Ray, only to see his eyes flicking around the den as if it were unfamiliar to him.

Curiosity fills my golden gaze for a moment. Why would his own den be unfamiliar to him? Now that I think about it, the ground beneath our paws is still soft; nowhere does it look like someone has slept here to pack the earth down and make it hard. I glance once more at him before looking away, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. Maybe he doesn't stay here then, just calls it his den. Perhaps he can't stand to be in the darkness for too long either.

When Journey tells us that her parents are dead, I can see the regret in his eyes for asking. He sucks in a deep breath and looks away and I can feel his heart on his sleeve. My eyes soften. He apologies for her loss like I did, before giving her a very gracious offer: his den. I can't help but smile gently, gratitude in my eyes for his heartfelt gesture even though I know that he would have done it whether I was here or not. This is just they way Ray is.

He speaks the alpha's name, Tamlin, and I find myself wondering vaguely what he's like. If Ray and him are friends, he must be kind, right? Yet even Ray looks thoughtful for a moment, as if wondering himself. My brow furrows in puzzlement so I turn my gaze back to Journey, ready to see her looking grateful and happy.

Yet all I see in her face is discomfort and sadness. Her response back to me about her parents only makes me feel worse for her. What kind of parents are never around for their cubs? My ears flick back in sadness for her. I look over her excuses, seeing the hurt so obvious in her eyes. I'm sure you miss them very much. I whisper softly to her, my eyes and smile gentle to let her know that it's okay to miss them.

When Journey glances at Ray, she only looks more uncomfortable. I can only guess that she's not used to apologies. For a moment, her eyes look full of confusion and I frown, wishing I knew what to say to make her feel better. When Ray offers his den, she looks away with a sigh and I can't even begin to guess what must be going through her mind right now.

She starts to answer but it's not in thanks. It starts off like she's about to say no to the offer and I wonder why she's turning it down. Does she feel bad for taking Ray's den? I grow thoughtful, wondering how to make things better. She finishes finally, saying sorry but she doesn't want to take his home. I can't help but smile softly at her kind heart.

She grows thoughtful then, flicking her eyes toward her leg and my heart goes out to her. Poor thing, she has no clue what to think about her leg and why she can't do anything with it. Suddenly, I get an idea. Okay, well if you don't want to stay here, shall we go find you a den of your own? Would you like that? My eyes brighten, hoping she'll take me up on it.



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