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 presence of more pack members reached the charcoal cloaked warriors senses as she was in the air, but they were distant as she kept her focus on her target. So far so good, and the closer she got, Ambrosia knew her tragectory was spot on. Connecting with the insane varg's shoulder, the impact sent them both in the opposite direction, and much out of the way of Salek. The duo went spiraling the ground before they both propelled themselves back onto all fours, except Ambrosia's emerald gaze held a menacing glare, while his only contained insanity. A growl escaped the ebony lass's larnyx directed toward the wolf. It was obvious that he was outnumbered, and now stood no chance of even getting past them to farther in the packlands.. Why did he even want in here so bad? Immediately the question was pushed to the back of Ambrosia's mind, and she rolled her muscles, awaiting his next attack. Another threatening growl grumbled from her chest, edging him on to make his attack on her-Rather her than have him endanger anyone else in the pack

Curling her lip upwards to give him a flash if her ivory daggers, her emerald lanterns followed his unexpected movement as the strange wolf changed course immediately, heading straight towards a pallid ess that Ambrosia just had the chance to notice. "Misty, watch out!!" The urgent tone was set out automatically, and she helplessly watched the male's body spring with his jowls open towards the next victim. The beta's own body was too far off for a counter attack, but she frantically searched for some way to aid her pack mate. Exotic gems landed quickly on Venga, who was much closer than anyone else. "Venga! Attack now!" Ambrosia knew that if Venga could get the chance to sink her teeth into the bastard's flank or shoulder, or perhaps even get shops of his lef, it would slow him down enough for the rest of us to close in on him. The regal warrior was already moving in, and by the time the other wolves were deflecting his attack-if possible, then Ambrosia would look for a chance to go for the jugular. But this attack took teamwork. The more wolves that were there to distract him, the better chance of succeeding in the murder.

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