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 fae remained politely quiet as the brute spoke of his own family, of his injured mother and of his brother, who was learning the ways of healing herbs. Kahlan found her interest piqued. She, herself, did not know anything of healing… she had never had a teacher for her mother had not known anything of herbs. Neither did Henadin, so the two main lupines in her life had provided no herb lore to her. “I am sorry to hear that your mother is injured, but I am glad that she is on the mend. I would love to meet both your mother and your brother, and perhaps your brother can in turn teach me what he knows of the healing herbs… When Cai showed me and my brother around the terra, she showed us the herb garden, but as of yet I have no knowledge of them.” She fell silent again, pausing to listen to the sounds of the surrounding land for anyone who may be approaching. Yet all remained silent, and she felt free to continue on with the dialogue. “So do you have just one brother? Or do you have other siblings?” She tilted her head, pleased that the brute had continued to speak with her. Although he had seemed angry and distant when they had first arrived, he was now beginning to open up. It was a pleasant development.

And why did you choose this task? There were many listed… why this one?” This was a question that had been itching at her mind. Kahlan had chosen this task because she was a peaceful wolf. Sure, she enjoyed the heat of the hunt, the way that the blood would drip down her jaw. But she held no love for battle, no love for confrontation. Kahlan would always do what was necessary, but that didn’t mean that she had to enjoy doing it. But why did the brute choose to perform this task? Her grey and russet plume flicked on the ground, showing both her impatience and her curiosity. She was anxious to offer forward the peace treaty and to meet the one that Moth held in such high esteem. The fae returned her gaze to the brute and patiently awaited his response to the questions that she had posed to him.






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