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 dark female didn't buy Whispered Voices' innocent act, so he soon dropped it, letting his strangely high pitched chuckles flow through the air. His eyes wandered over each and every wolf and the commanding voice spoke, telling him that he had to kill them and get on with the mission. For some reason, the pups in Bright Moon had to die, and that was that. However, the pack wolves seemed to have a problem with that. As he launched himself at Salek's throat, the beta reacted almost insantly, throwing herself toward his body with the intention to knock him off target. Her timing was spot on – Ambrosia smashed into the male's pallid body, sending him rolling to the ground. He used his shoulder to propel himself almost instantly to his feet, but by then, Salek was out of the danger zone. For now, the group of watching wolves seemed content with watching him battle the beta. Any sane wolf would have booked it out of the lands at the moment, but he was not a sane wolf. At a command from the voice, the marionette of a canine did another unexpected thing, bounding away from his current assailant and diving toward one of the three wolves who had appeared whilst he was otherwise occupied. He plunged toward Misty's neck this time, maw agape. If she moved, he'd be able to make it deeper into the territory, and besides, the voice was screaming for blood...

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