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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Flick nodded. "Ok. I should call Tamlin." He looks over to Anarrow, who nods. Flick looks at the sky, and howls melodically for the alpha to come. His fox pelt glistens, as does Anarrow's brown one. Anarrow listened to Flick, and how his voice sounded so much like Midnight Talon, his father. Anarrow was suddenly hit with the memory of their old pack, and of how Midnight had rescued her and her mom, only to find that her mom had died a few days after. Midnight had basically become her father, and Flick was her best friend. Anarrow came back into reality when Flick stopped the howling.

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