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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Salablue's head snapped up. As he was waiting, he had kind of drifted off, thinking of the packs history and the part he hoped to play in it. To his suprise, a white fea stood before him, looking at him with a friendly and expectent look on her face.
"Oh, hello. I'm Salablue, or Blue, for short. Oh, Omega? Are you new, as well?" he asked, curious. She was here, and that elicted enough reason for conversation from him.
To say he was eager to join was an uinderstatment. He wondered if this helped his chances, not that he was going to use her as a world domination pawn or anything, of getting in. He intended to make the best impression he could get with her. It would be nice to have a friend, and maybe she could introduce him to people and help him find his way around. She seemed like she had at least a halfway level head on her shoulders, and he knew she was trustworthy.
He was good with knacks like that.

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