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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Tamlin trotted through the forest, heading through the emerald foliage. He'd heard the newest member of Bright Moon, Salek, howl, and come toward his summoning in a timely fashion. He lifted his head high as he ran, sifting through the scents that lingered on the breeze, gathering the odors which he sought. Salek was not alone. His mate, Kallik, was in the same vicinity, as well as pups that the regal assumed were theirs. Upon arriving at the scene, he spoke. "Hello Salek, Kallik. Are these your pups?"

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