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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Kitsaiyannah looked up, gracing the area with the presence of her gorgeous sky-blue eyes. They held no trace of film, and so would not even rouse suspicion of blindness. She blinked, gaze full of fire and life as it bored into the yellow eyes of the other female. Her other senses were painfully heightened, and they helped her find where she should look. Her ears were drooping with sorrow, and her tail curled around her paws. Her silken fur rustled in the wind, and again her voice rang out-- this time soft and wonderful, settling over the land like a rain of music. Each note in her beautiful voice was, indeed, like music, pleasing to hear, yet strong in its melody. "If I need help, I shall ask... And I will try to find him." She got up, and winced, stretching. She groaned as her muscles pulled, and then her side started bleeding again where the massive cut had been concealed in bloodred fur.

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