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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Blaze slowed her stride as she approached Bright Moon's borders, lost in thought. It had been a long while since she had interacted with other wolves. It wasn't that the she-wolf was hostile nor a loner. She simply suffered from extreme anxiety, developed from a harsh past and lack of care on the part of others. However, she had finally had enough. She was a wolf with extreme loyalty to give, and give it she would. Blaze Faelin would join a pack.

Her paws hesitated as she finally reached the border, her self-preservation warring with her feisty nature. She shook her head, and battling the doubt, she made the final steps, that would carry her across the border.

Unsure of how to proceed, she paused. That was Blaze's problem. She had no idea how to act around others of her kind. She chewed her lip, hating the feeling of helplessness that had washed over her. Long lost whispers echoed in her ears, telling her that she was a fool, taunting that she'd be ripped apart. She shook herself, and with a burst of determination, threw her head back into a low howl.

As the sound trailed off, she kept her face carefully blank, ignoring the returning twist of anxiety in her gut. It was time to see if the whispers were right.



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