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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The king's stance remained tall and proud as he surveyed the two newcomers. His azure iris' followed their motions as they replied to his words by complying, flipping onto their backs and explaining their titles to him. Tamlin spoke in return to their tones, his cadences lilting and hauntingly noble. "Thank you Anarrow, Flick. You are welcome within the lands of Bright Moon." He turned to Venga, a small, high pitched whine exiting his throat in response to her words. He had turned his head toward her only to find that she was cowering to the ground. "Rise, Venga. I am not offended." His words hold a slight hint of a smile in them. He moves gracefully over to his subordinate, laying his head over her neck in a dominant but friendly gesture. He holds the stance for a moment before twirling on his lissome hindquarters and facing the newcomers. "I see you are exhausted. If you would like to rest, I'm sure Miss. Venga would be happy enough to catch you some rabbits to eat." The pastel regal would have offered to catch them himself, but the current condition of his neck held him back.


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