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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heart is breaking, barely breathing Raylen
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I maneuver nimbly through the trees of Bright Moon, a look of wonder on my delicate features as I follow the trail I've come to know so well. I have been walking the borders of my home a lot lately, though most of the wolves coming to join get seen to before I can get there. Not wanting to overcrowd anyone, I've kept my distance and continued on my routes. Finally I find what I'm looking for, a bent over stalk of rye, old and drying in the sun. Sniffing it, I catch scent of my own perfume from the last time I came down this way. Seems I've been the only one here lately. My smile arches into a smile as I push past the stalk, continuing to follow the dimly used trail until I see the old arched tree, my new favorite place.

I don't even know what kind of tree it is but it grows up before arching gracefully over to the side, it's branches following suit as they flop uselessly over the side, green leaves sprouting and swaying against the ground. It may look cumbersome or awkward to some but to me, it's beautiful in its own way. I push forward until I'm situated under it's branches, lying down on my stomach as I cross my fore paws and lie my head down with a sigh. Closing my eyes, I breathe out gently, wondering what kind of nap I'll get out of this.




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