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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Arvada had lost count of the moons which had passed through the sky above her on her travels. She had seen at least two full turns of the full moon, that much she knew, but after that she had almost stopped caring. She wanted to get away, that was what was important, not how long it took to get there, wherever there was... she felt sure she would know when she had arrived.

In the end however, it was exhaustion which had stopped the relentless padding of her paws upon the ever changing terra. She had moved over snow and ice, south across ragged rocks, and further south into forest and across meadows and clearings, even rounding mountain ranges in her search or home.
With her pink tongue hanging limp from one side of her short white maw she panted heavily, sitting heavily back on her haunches with a wide yawn. Saliva speckled her chest as her panting grew heavier, she was thirsty but could smell there was no water nearby... it would have to wait.
Closing her jaws she licked her lips and sniffed at the air for a moment with her head moving one way then the other, picking up the smells of the area, judging its inhabitants. There were many wolves in these forests, but she could scent that she was upon the borderline of some body's packlands. creeping slowly forwards she approached the clearly scent marked border with her ebony nose pressed to the ground, sniffing up great lungfulls of scent as she moved. After a moment she reached a point where a male had fairly recently scented and snorted the scent back out of her nostrils in a puff of surprise. He smelled strong and healthy whoever he was.
Arching back her head she peered into the woods with her deep yellow orbs, she saw no signs of life but she could smell them everywhere... a larger pack than her family of four, those three thick pelted white wolves she had left in the frozen north in search of her own place in life.

Throwing bak her head the dirty white pelted femme let loose a loud clear song, her voice delicate but not shrill echoing loudly amongst the trees around her. She knew they would hear her, and dared not move further onwards... and so she sat and she waited, nervous and excited all at the same time, the very tip of her tail tentatively wagging like an excited pups.

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