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 wolfess was suddenly awakened when Tamlin's call reached her already pricked ears. She stood upright, knowing this was now the time to help her pack on the hunt. Harmonia's paws slammed on the dirt as she ran, adrenaline coursing through her. When she finally skidded to a halt in front of Tamlin, she allowed her nose to gently press against his shoulder. The teen saie two words that were nearly inaudible. "Thank you." She lay down in a submissive posture, then her feet led her next to Venga. She was a strong wolf who helped her as well as her Alpha. A smile flitted across her muzzle and she greeted her warmly.

Before she joined, she was here when she, was a squabbling pup, when Satowra was Alpha. They took care of her after her family was gone. All she remembered of them was a pale cream child beside her and a dead father, steaming in a pile of nearly ash. A tan mother was breathing weakly against them.

Of course, she couldn't stay in the pack, and used that time to become a bright, naive girl with an air of determination. That strength brought her back to her pack, hopefully until her fur tinted grey with age.

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