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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Thoughts of the recently passed hunt entertained the snow-white canine as he jogged around his lands. The earthy scent of the morning hung over the territory. It paired with the pleasant sounds of birds chirping in harmony to make the glorious medley that was Bright Moon's special signature. He had been on his rounds for about half an hour when the unmistakable perfume of a female arrested his attention. He doubled his pace, elongating his stride so that he travelled at an easy, swinging lope. He had only just begun to canter when the new arrival let out a howl that officially announced her presence on the borders. Within a few minutes, the silver stag slowed as to arrive silently. His steps had a certain prowling grace to them as he wove though the spaced trees, keeping his blue eyes on the shape of the sitting lady. His tail was high, in alpha position, and his head was held with an easy, regal pride that he had acquired during his time as king. His lilting voice spoke out, the sound light.

"Good morning, miss. I am Tamlin, alpha here. May I inquire as to your name and your business in Bright Moon?"


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