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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Her hackles raised at the threat, then she let her icy control slip over her. Her blue eyes went completely cold and devoid of emotion, and she scented the air. Her nostrils didn't move, though. No, she had perfected the art of doing things without moving the body parts needed to do the thing. Tilting her head, she huffed impatiently, confusion crossing her features. The female smelled of anger. Of cockiness too, but that was to be expected. The female probably thought she had the upper hand if they fought because of her sight, but honestly Kita wasn't hindered by her loss of sight. "You smell of anger, and loss. Of night-black fur." She said, head righting itself and confusion vanishing from her features. "Of cockiness as well, but I dismiss that as I would on any other wolf." He ears pricked forward, and again she scented, not moving her nose. "Oh for the love of-- Can they not leave me in peace one single-- UGH!" Her icy eyes locked onto the female's own eyes before her, stare penetrating though she couldn't see. "A few of my rather idiot friends are here. Namely Sarion." Just then, a massive white-with-black-tips brute stepped from the shadows carrying a miniature version of Kitsaiyannah-- her son, Earthsky. "Thought you might want your son, Kita." "He is in danger here if I am unaccepted, Sarion." She said, gaze softening as it moved to the brute. Earthsky ran to his mother and nuzzled her leg, and Kitsaiyannah sat down, pushing him close to her with her muzzle. "Go, if you do not join. Get out of here. Check on Sianomali for me, and--" Her sentence cut of with a small sob of pain. "And Daemon." Sarion nuzzled her. "Easy, girl. Easy. He'll be alright." "He's dying." She whispered, bowing her head. "But I'll be there when his time comes." Sarion licked her cheek. "Sister, love, don't stress. Your son needs you." She nodded and licked his cheek before he wheeled and trotted off to leave the terra.

Earthsky trembled as he leaned against his mother. "Are we gonna live here, momma?" "That depends on if you will be safe. I'm tired of being paranoid and looking over my shoulder all the time." She turned a questioning glance to Ambrosia. "Will my son be safe here if we are accepted?" She asked, eyes going back to her son. Tears were there, but she would not let them go. "If not, we will leave. If you will not let us leave in peace then I will fight my way out. But I will not let him die. All the others were murdered when they were born, by my old pack. Raped, pups killed, raped again. The cycle never ended. I thought I had lost them all, when out of no where he shows up at Romance River." She looked up again, softer. "I do not mean to be crude or anything like that. It is just that I fear. I have always lived in fear, and found it's better to scare off others before they can hurt you. I trust few, and I hope that I can come to trust at least you here, if no one else." She shrugged helplessly, still not looking at the other female. "And think me stupid, but I am ignorant in the ways of packs. We never submitted to anyone-- we fought and killed, and if an outsider came, we killed them. Never have I found peace except in these last two months here in Blossom Forest."

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