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 fall forest could be called silent, but that was not entirely accurate. Before Tamlin had arrived at the borders, he had been basking in the relative quiet of the day, but his auditory cortex had never ceased to be stimulated. It was quiet, yes, but not devoid of noise. Even a casual listener could discern and enjoy the euphony of the soft calls issuing from birds that trilled their melodies amongst the trees. These avian lyrics were harmonious, and the sound of the song-mongers crooning their contentment was a welcome one to the canine. It wasn't sentimentality (although the sound of peace was not unpleasant in itself) but rather the fact that life was stirring in the once-ashen lands that allowed a small blossom of satisfaction to take root in the pallid warlord's chest. Other, less noticeable but still perceivable sensations also reigned over the forest. The amused chuckle of a distant stream, as well as the distinctive whisper of leaves as they danced in the wind also permeated the lands of Bright Moon. Scents and sights were likewise distinctive and entertaining, creating a vibrant tapestry of activity and life.


Despite his lack of expression, Tamlin felt pleased about the situation. He enjoyed the fact that his pack was swelling, and always welcomed the sight of another face on Bright Moon. After all, with a possible war with Abendrot on the horizon, it was always good to have more warriors to defend the borders. Also, each time another man or woman was able to find a home within the territory, he felt as though he was fulfilling Satowra's wish for the lands. The charcoal lady had charged him with the maintenance and protection of Bright Moon's wolves and those who wanted to make the place their home. It was his job to keep the pack safe and defend the way of life that they lead. Bright Moon was a place of hope and new growth, and it would always be, despite not having the original Queen on the throne. His lack of social skills had been quite the shortcomings, but in the end, the lithe lord had conquered his past and bloomed into the articulate, eloquent lord he was today. His growth Tamlin was just as capable of defending the integrity of the lands as she had been before her untimely departure.


His inner monologue died off, and although his sensory perceptions did not cease, they dimmed in importance when contrasted with the two new faces on the border. Tamlin's navy blue eyes roved up and down the two creatures, scrutinizing them. The male was a three-shaded beast, with polite, respectful (and therefore respectable) posture. The female at his side was likewise polite, with a noticeably noble stance, although the alpha could detect a faint aura of wariness about her. She had a flowing white coat and a pair of intelligent eyes that regarded him with a mixture of awe and nervousness. He wasn't sure how to diffuse the situation, but regardless, he decided that a straightforward approach would be best. His words had been the usual, an introduction and a question.

The male's eyes flickered momentarily over to the femme, but his attention flickered away before the span of a heartbeat. She didn't seem to notice that his eyes where on her, and Tamlin decided to disregard the motion as a mere nervous gesture. After looking at his friend, the dark canine spoke, his words smooth and quite confident. He introduced himself as Zev, introduced his friend as Sierra, and stated that he wanted to join the pack to find a place to belong. The female was more hesitant, but replied to his words nonetheless, confirming that she was dubbed Sierra and that she was interested in joining. She was stressed out, that much was glaringly obvious. He didn't judge her as she breathed more wildly, rather accepting that this wolf wasn't the most social of canines. It was not a fault as much as a personality piece, and her apology was unnecessary.

The warlord allowed his acceptance and the fact that he was pleased drift subtly across his palate. He nodded his head to each of them, courteous to those two who he would be comfortable to call members of his pack. They were worthy of that title. His stately frame shifted slightly and he stood aside, allowing them entrance into the lands.

“Welcome Zev, Sierra. I would be honored to accept you as warriors of Bright Moon.”


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