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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Zev's ears flickered as he listened to his bark that bounced off the trees of this land. The sun warmed his pelt as he sat quietly with Sierra. He listened as the birds chirped from the small limbs of the trees, stretching out like arms that they so impersonated. The sun bit as his pelt in a way that made him happy, but it did in fact tickle him in a way that inched in his pelt. He raised his foot and scratched that spot with ease, and the itch slowly went away.

He nodded a small head motion, agreeing to what Sierra had to say. He didn't really agree with her, but he knew where her thoughts came from. "I understand that. However, I must disagree; I feel that the way the sun bites and the wait makes me feel that I really want this spot in the pack. Though, half of me does in fact feel that if we do not get this show on the road, I will feel ansy."

He thought about the pack and the way that he would defend it. If his black, white and gray pelt was indeed one day streaked with blood for the right of this pack, he thought that it would be worth the safety and friendship of what this wonderful group of wolves could be. A powerful scent streaked over the breeze, and Zev couldn't help but getting a little bit jumpy. He calmed his mind as he saw a well-built wolf walked forward through the trees. Zev saw the way he held up his head and stated to himself that that was the alpha of this land. He dipped his head as the wolf came closer, listening to his lyrics as they sang that this proud wolf went by the title of Tamlin.

He glanced slightly at Sierra but looked away before she would notice he glanced at her. "I am Zev, and this is my friend Sierra. We journeyed to your borders to ask if we could find a place to defend with our lives and call a home." He dipped his head again as he wrapped his tail around his legs. His ears flickered as he smiled. He felt comfortable in this wolf's presence. He knew in his head that he had made the right choice.

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