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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The blonde femme was on her usual rounds, a smile on her maw still from the pack meeting, when a feminine scent hit her nares. Mismatched orbs trailed in the direction the perfume wafted from and locked onto their target. This was the part of the pack that had been reduced to ash and had little to no cover, making the girl easy to spot. Sandy clad, ash covered stilts carried the pack fae's bodice across the barren expanse towards the visitor. A small smile caressed her maw as she came up behind the golden brown female, slowing.
Well, hello there, miss. You are on the boarder of Bright Moon pack. Is joining what you wish to do ? If so then i would be happy to accept you.
Sweet lyrics float to the other girl's towers. The green orb and blue orb gaze openly into amber pools. There is a pause before the girl continues. As she does she dips her honey painted crown.
I will need your name first though and for you to submit. My name is Venga and I am the Zeta of Bright Moon.
Pale kissers raise at the corners, words kind. She shifts on her ashen covered pads. Venga was an adult, sure, but she had the energy of a pup. Her legs itched to be moving gracefully but she remained patient for the newcomer's reply. She didn't want to make her feel unwelcome, and would feel guilty if she did so. Her thoughts did drift though, and she thought about Tamlin. Soon though the female's lyrics would pull her swiftly back to reality, out of her daydreams.


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