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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Fleeta ran from the camp she had now declared to be her enemy. It would hardly do to hang around. She almost wanted to see the other one who had disliked Nemo, but if she grew attached it would only hurt more. She had given a fiery farewell, well, more of an ill wish to the caption, but she had the idea that the fire couldn’t get through to that arrogance. She held Brethil tight, despite his protests. It was all she could do to keep from crying.
What had she done wrong? She had explained her reasoning behind her choice to join the hunt like the captain offered. She may have seemed a little proud, but his reaction was over the top. Banishment for a bad choice in words. It wouldn’t be too long before Spring Grounds gained the infamy of Magniant Felicity, or Aurora Borealis.
Brethil had not said a word, which for him was unusual. He loved talking, more than anything. When he started talking he never stopped. Normally. “Did you mean all that?” He asked. After hearing the words Fleeta had given the captain he was slightly intimidated. He had never seen her like that.
Fleeta nodded. “All of them. Some day he’ll go down.” She looked down from the tree she was sitting in. Raindrops hit the ground with small splashes and ripples. Perhaps a wolfish tear was mingled among them. Nobody would take her seriously. Never. She took in her surroundings. She was near the edge of Bright Moon. Perhaps they would take her in. Another pitiful traveler. That’s what she had been called. Maybe Nemo was right. She leapt down, Brethil in her jaw and waited to be noticed.


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