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 sound of a quiet, weak howl had the alpha of Bright Moon immediately loping toward its origin. His ears were pricked forward and his tail raised in a dominant way, but he did not look aggressive, only concerned and alert. The caller was a fair distance away from where he had previously been situated, but as the lord was lithe and fit, it took him but a few minutes to traverse the distance. His expression was reserved as he came into sight of the bundle of fur. His fellow canine was injured, and seemed to have fainted from exhaustion and blood loss. He was cautious - an unconscious and wounded animal's instinctive reaction, upon waking, would be to attack. Nevertheless, Tamlin would not let this vision of black and white go uncared for. It did not align with the standards for Bright Moon that Lady Satowra, the previous alpha and close friend of his, had fostered during her reign. The pallid king approached within a few steps of the miss, then stretched out his nose and prodded the young madam's shoulder. He hoped she would awake - otherwise he'd have to be imaginative and think of something else.

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