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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Venga's polite nod and smile were seen and fully processed by the rangy creature. He let a quick, final smile flit across his maw before his attention was whisked away by Demon Moon's approach. From that point, his focal point of focus had moved from wolf to wolf, smoothly skimming from the crimson form of Demon Moon to the more diminutive bodice of Raylee, a joining female. Her reaction to his words of benevolent acceptance is a warm grin, which graces her strong features like the sun coming through clouds. He didn't have much time to ponder the fact that basically all of his subordinates had mastered the art of smiling to a degree that would likely never achieve, but the thought did cross his mind for a few fleeting heartbeats of time. In that period of space, he deduced that practice would likely make perfect, a heartening fact, since he was getting far more practice than ever before now that he was the lord of Bright Moon. Tamlin realized that Raylee was yet to socially be at ease, but since he also seemed to have the gut feeling that nothing he could utter would placate her lack of friends, remained silent. He didn't judge when she gave him a strange, almost desperate glance and merely remained seated were she was. It was a truth that she was managing much better than he had done in his first pack meeting. Rather than having the guts to come out, he'd sat on the fringes of the meeting, not submitting, not giving ground, just waiting, almost challenging the wolf he now considered his lady to prove herself as a being worthy of his devotion. When he'd eventually submitted, he'd done so with a great deal of awkwardness, unlike the slick movement that most other canine's pulled off with so much ease.

After he'd switched his navy blues from Rylee to Seoras, he'd gone through the action of teaching him how to submit. Tamlin was glad to see the pup take the lesson without any grudges. The little black boy rose quickly to his large paws, then listened with a intense attentiveness to his speech before trotting over to Venga and beginning to plead that they 'please please please' go and get some bunnies. The snow-white demon understood what extreme hunger was like, and was grateful that the wolves in his pack didn't mind voyaging out to go collect some food for the small lad. After a final, internal smirk about that whole incident, Tamlin found himself distracted by the scent of yet another young hellion. This one was not so foreign. It carried the slight tang of Sugar Fix, but also the heady odor of Aurora Bordelis Pack.

Patience was a virtue that seemed almost unessasary in this case. A bedraggled cream pup padded into the clearing, looking small admist the adult forms that the vast majority sported. The king cocked his head slightly to the side, watching with a tiny bit of concern as the child's demeanour grew unsure and frightened. He yelled something, but the tall white male was unable to catch the exact phrase. From that point on, Tamlin had nothing to do but watch as the pup scrambled into a position directly behind him. The young one's soot-hued nose contacted the dux's hind legs as he inquisitively sniffs. Having no experience with kids seemed to be a drawback, but Tamlin tried not to let it phase him. He hid the feeling of that could only be described as the face: 0.0?, without a fault and decided to simply wait the small one out. He found with some satisfaction that the stratagem was acceptable. Oreo Twist, or the cream smurf, speaks, his words strange but not impossible to follow. Tamlin would have replied right away, had not Rylee spoken first, softly vocalizing to the small one. He smiled slightly, then chimed in, his lilting tones not as formal as usual. "Yes Twist, you can count me as a friend as well."






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