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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Salek picked up Sikkim gently, carrying him to his bed.

Go to sleep, and we can go to Sacred Stones tomorrow. They are big rocks that a wolf cannot move. Not even a million.

He licked Sikkim to sleep, then padded to the main room of the den, facing Kallik.

I will be back. Stay here.

Salek padded out of the den, loving the feel of fresh, crisp night autumn air. His paws soon were covered with a light coat of frost. Padding outside the border, he ran up the hill overlooking the hole territory. Raising his head up at the full moon, he started to howl. It was a long, beautiful howl. It echoed and bounced around for miles. He could smell his family, but be couldn't pick out the spot their den was.

If only, if only the woodpecker sighs.
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.
As tge wolf waits below, hungry and lonely.
Crying to the moo-oo-oon,
if only if only


Happy with his work, he stood at the top of the hill. His mother always sang it to him. Hopefully other wolves could hear it and pass it down to their children.

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