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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Time passed slowly for the pallid lord. Each tick of the clock seemed suspended in congealed goop of some sort, having to fight its way through the mire in order to pass. His snowy plumage, which was positioned proudly, curled over the silken fur of his snow-hued rump, swayed slightly, betraying his sensation of well-being and excitement to the world in its pleased motions. Again in his mind he confirmed the absolute beauty of the day. The wind was a fickle spirit, but he was a seasoned veteran when it came to hunting, and was confident that its gusts could be used fully to his and his pack's advantage. Tamlin was not suffused in delirium to the extent that he believed it would be a simple endeavour to take home the amount of flesh needed to feed the pack would be easy, but nevertheless, he was not afraid of strain. The bronco was confident that the canines who would assemble in response to his call had like mind in that matter – the wolves of Bright Moon could not be dubbed slovenly slackers or hopeless cravens.

He was not surprised when his nostrils caught the unmistakable aroma of Misty. The pale maiden had not been given the title of delta for nothing. Although his fourth in command had recently been outshone in border activity by his gamma, Venga, she had a legitimate for her inactivity. Even our darling Tammy, who has a bit of a dull spot when it comes to relationships, could see that she thought a great deal about the absentee previous beta, Raylen. His loss and then later reappearance had obviously not been good for Misty, who was somewhat sensitive when it came to emotions. He was not disappointed in the female, and on his features only pleasure in her arrival could be discerned. She approached respectfully, standing in front of him for a moment, her posture submissive, before meandering off to sit more to the side of the clearing. He flicked his ear in the direction of the next approaching wolf, but did not take his atteniton off her otherwise. Misty looked ashamed, as if she was fully anticipating a chastisement for her low profile around the lands. A moment of awkardnes passed... he wasn't sure how to deal with the enigma of females and their emotions. After getting over his initial feeling of confusion, he addressed her emotional needs. Gracefully, the regal one moved toward the lady. Without any embarrassment or trace of hesitation, he placed his head over her own in a dominant yet hopefully reassuring embrace. He was a wolf of few words when it came to comfort and really had no idea how to convey anything especially comforting with his vocalizations, so he fell back upon this to show that he was not angry and felt no need to rebuke the lean white huntress.

The contact lasted only a second before Tamlin drew back, his tail offering a slight wag. He allowed his lilting lyrics to grace the air in reply to her original statement. “It is a pleasure to see you as well, Misty.” He gave a small smile to Misty before moving off to a more central location, where he could examine the smiling face of Seoras, a ebony teenager who had joined Bright Moon as a young, orphaned puppy. The adolescent spoke excitedly but also politely, needlessly introducing himself and inquiring if it was okay for him to be present. The older male spoke in response to the boy's fears. “I did call everyone, so of course you can stay. Thank you for coming so quickly.”

Another varg had arrived, but the lord did not address him specifically, since the teenager remained in the foliage that surrounded the very edge of today's place, just where the male could not see his rangy form, he had the scent of Venga on him – obviously his devoted third in command had been doing her job well. They say that if you speak of the devil, he will appear, and although the cheerful insomniac was not the devil, she held to that old adage by swiftly making her presence known in the area. Her soft tones were detected by the king's ears, but he was unable to discern what she was saying at this distance. He had not long to wait for her to come into his line of vision. After a few seconds, her sandy frame parted the foliage. She attended to her toilettes for a time, shaking out her fur and removing unsightly sticks from her pelt before strolling over to him. She spoke only one word, his title. He nodded to her as she came toward him, then said nothing as she pressed her nose to his shoulder and took her place at his flank. After a moment, he spoke up. “As prompt as always, Venga.” He commended her for her arrival, then turned his head in the direction of the next wolf to come.

As Ambrosia ghosted her way into the limelight, Tamlin could not help the smirk that broke over his features. The last time he had seen his serious beta, she had been leaping after a beetle with all the intensity of a hunting tigress. He nodded to her as she came closer and took her rightful place on his flank. She seemed to be reflecting on the bug incident, since she leaned over and let quiet words slide into the atmosphere, words that hinted her liking for his more serious side. His smirk persisted as he turned to glance at the green-eyed miss. “I never did get to inquire as to the taste.”

He looked away from his beta when Harmonia made her way in. The girl, much like his gamma, came near and pressed her nose to his shoulder (he wondered why everyone was so touchy-feely as of late). She then lowered herself in a second, and unnecessary submission, before rolling to her feet and standing beside Venga. Harmonia was followed by two wolves that he was always pleased to see – Anarrow and Flick. It was for Anarrow that the warlord had travelled to Abendrot and begun the whole conflict, so he was glad that the two repaid him by being active in the grounds and coming to every meeting. They greeted him before taking their respective seats, and he articulated lightly in reply. “It's nice to see you, Flick, and you as well, Anarrow.”

The arrival of the ninth soldier caused a slight smile to once again touch his lips. Oreo Twist, or Twist, was the only one of Sugar Fix's kin that remained in Bright Moon. He was a bit of a strange boy, but nevertheless, an enjoyable character to associate with. Besides, Tamlin was not one to judge worth and quirkiness together. After all, he himself had been an anti-social, duty-driven wallflower before being forced into Satowra's shiny golden throne. The gangly teen almost face-planted on his “journey” through the clearing, but, thankfully, made it through the dangerous space without any major occurrences. Tamlin listened earnestly to the lad's words, and answered him accordingly. “Hello, friend. Thank you for telling me about the possible name-thief.”

Turning to the group at large, he spoke again. “As you know, I called you here today to take part in a hunt. Does anyone have any concerns or questions that need to be addressed before we set out?”

ooc: it's somewhat sloppy, especially near the end... sorry to Harmonia, Flick, Anarrow and Oreo Twist – dun worry, Tammy loves you just as much as he loves everyone else, but I don't have enough electricity to talk much about y'all.


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