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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Tamlin had run a full border patrol, which was, to say the least, slightly taxing. However, he was pleased with his efforts and, for a time, decided to allow the job of accepting new warriors to fall upon the shoulder's of his newly ranked soldiers. With any luck, they would enjoy exercising their new rights enough that border-patrolling would be considered something other than a thankless chore. The ivory alpha loped through his reborn paradise with a steady stride, moving away from the newly marked and strongly smelling border, into the interior of Bright Moon. As the moonspun brujo twisted through the trees, he had to admit to feeling a great deal of satisfaction about his pack, although the feeling was tinged by his idle wondering about how much happier he would be if Satowra was at the land of ashes' head instead of him. These thoughts marred his mood only slightly, since he was not a wolf given to moping. For some time, he had managed to hide his thoughts of his departed Queen in a dark corner of his mind, but her brief homecoming had, of course, shattered the prison of tightly controlled thought. Despite that fact, he set about to build a new jail to conceal those painful memories. Within a few moments, she had managed to shove the errant thoughts away completely. Tamlin wagged his tail slightly, feeling somewhat more free than he had but a moment ago.

To prevent himself from lapsing back into remembrances of Satowra... a certain someone, he let his thoughts wander down a different avenue. Namely, the ranks that he had chosen. The decision to name Rio and Raylen as his gamma and beta had been an easy choice. He trusted both of them with his life and the life of any wolf in his pack. Raylen, his decided beta, was named above Rio for the reason that he had a clearer head and would be less likely to slack off on the job. He knew that the golden boy would be a lot less likely to be distracted than the russet gamma. His delta had not been so obvious, but after mulling it over for some time, Tamlin determined that Ambrosia would be the best choice. The iron-hued miss who went by the name Twilight Dream had been a suitable conclusion for the title Epsilon, or so the snowy stallion ventured to guess. Both girls seemed like they would be very good at their jobs – loyal, dedicated, and outgoing enough to not mind patrolling the borders and greeting the steady influx of newcomers who seemed to be floating steadily into Bright Moon. The rank of Zeta went to Venga. Although the she-wolf was only a teen, she seemed intelligent and dedicated enough to be trusted with the added responsibility of a rank. Misty was a newcomer to the pack, someone who had been welcomed by Raylen, but, even though she didn't have to, she had spoken to almost every varg who showed up on the borders whilst he himself was out of commission. Because of that, Tamlin chose her as his Iota and thought that she would be well up to the task.

A howl voiced by his dark Delta cuts through his contemplations. The regal turned his paws in her direction, lifting his muzzle into the air slightly as he did so, as to better draw in the scent. The bronc deduces that Twilight Dream was with Ambrosia, and also that they had managed to take down not one, but two does. Tamlin lowers his rump to the ground in a sit for a moment, points his noble head skyward, and allowed a short burst of a howl to ring forth. He rose quickly and set off, turning his lean bodice toward them, orienting himself as to get to them efficiently. He picked up a canter-type pace as he ducked and dodged through the tangled foliage. His head is held high and proudly, a sort of contentedness can be noted in his eyes. Although his expression is not a smile, it is not blank either, but more of a curious split between the two.

After a few minutes, his slender chest parted the foliage that separated him from the two girls. He moved through the last few meters of trees and stood before them, his plumage held proudly in the air and his navy lookers appearing distinctly pleased. He had heard the tail end of Twi's comment, but since he hadn't been on the hunt, and also since the words were aimed at Ambrosia, he didn't reply to it in particular. Rather, he spoke to them as a duo, wagging his tail ever-so-slightly as he did so. “Thank you. Next time I hope I will be able to accompany you.”


Ooc: Kind of short, but good enough for now XD.


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