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 detached brute had only gotten about 100 feet into the territory when the smell of an oncoming female hit his nostrils. "Let me handle this." one of the voices spoke up, dark voice thundering within the confines of Whisper's poor skull. He nodded meekly, preparing to obey whatever commands that one issued. The other three voices were nervous, babbling to each other, but they soon silenced when a growl permeated the clearing and a female appeared. His eyes widened innocently as she spoke, asking what the hell he was doing in the pack. He didn't respond until the second femme had likewise appeared and told him that he had to reply. 'Tell them you got lost.' "I thought that I could join a nice pack here... I didn't know that you were all meanies. " Another wolf came up, this one a male, and said something about getting out or dying. Whisper giggled, a high pitched, hysterical sound that spoke of the mind sore of insanity. "Can I kill him?" He asked his voice for permission before preparing to spring when he got an affirmative reply. Then he sprang, jaws open wide, toward Salek, hoping to close down on the other male's neck and inflict a killing bite to the throat before stumbling back to meet the assault of the other wolves.

ooc: I'd prefer you don't powerplay when you take Whisper down, but rest assured that I'll let him die/take proper hits :3

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