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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People call me by many names. To those who don’t know my identity, I am called Perry. But if somebody is able to recognize my talent, I am often called Agent P. I work well as a field agent, I can bring any boss down to his knees if I want to, three out of two. I can do nearly anything except spy. Why can’t I spy? I really don’t want to talk about it. And I can’t. It’s because all I can do is growl, and if I’m really irritated I occasionally sigh. But I make up for it by excelling in other areas. For example swimming. I don’t like to brag but nobody has ever bested me in swimming. I’m almost semiaquatic.
The moon shone brilliantly through the fruit trees hanging over my head, dappling my coat with flecks of grey. The air was thick with pollen, making my eyes droop lower and lower. I wasn’t going to make a good impression as a groggy mess. The wind ruffled my long black fur soothingly. I blended in with the cool night, tired from trying forest after forest, pack after pack, and alphas beyond counting to get into a pack. The problem was I couldn’t communicate my name to them. If they didn’t know my name and I couldn’t talk they discarded. I was so sick of it, so tired. Would it be so wrong to sleep? My legs curled under me without my bidding, my eyes drooped and I vaguely realized that I was across the border before falling into a dark abyss.


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