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 white wolf, with his black tipped tail and his black stripe that went from in between his ears, to th middle of his tail, wandered silently through the forest. His intention was simple, find a pack, hopefully one that would actually accept the unsocial wolf, and join. His light yellow eyes were emotionless, yet had the occasional feeling of being confused. Sometimes, he felt that was his only emotion. That and curiosity.

He started to think about joining the pack. Would a pack actually accept him? He was raised with humans for pete's sake, what pack would want him? He stopped thinking about it. Instead, he thought about wolves behaviors. It made him feel better, a whole lot better. Even the emotion of want made him feel better than thinking that he wouldn't be able to join. Maybe they would accept him for his knowledge? It would be better than not being accepted at all... He pushed the thoughts out of his brain again, even though none of it had leaked through his pale yellow orbs. He came to the wall of scent and howled. His howl was odd, since Data was not accustomed to doing the gesture yet. He knew the procedure of joining a pack, but would it be enough for him to join?


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