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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Spark just gave a silent nod, for he didn't like mentioning this matter much to people he barely knew. Even he, the hard one to understand their feelings, had people he loved so much that made him cry when gone. Wouldn't any wolf do the same? Mourn over a loved one? The red brute's kind iof mourn was different. Silence, with no crystalline drops dragging down his cheeks. But even pack members could possibly make him upset.

Then about pack rank. He always wanted to be a commander, but never talked to someone about it. Spark always feared more hate would be directed towards him, and then the brute would be stuck on the edge. The edge of death, most likely. He knew that Saw Tooth was in a moment of peace, but what about when, and if, a little war happened? All the wolves would of gone attacking, but the healers there would be few to none at all. Saw Tooth would probably be in ruins by that time, and what could happen if it worsened. And he could possibly be the commander, if that ever happened.

“Your father would be proud of you having a role like that." His black tipped audits lifted to hear Kahlan say. Spark smiled, and felt proud. He looked up to the sky, and thought out loud, "Wherever he is, he probably would feel proud. I was always a daddy's boy." And after that, he stayed quiet.

Until the silence was broken by paws beating the ground, approaching the two Saw Tooth warriors. He looked down from the sky, and looked at the brute approaching. Clearly, he was the alpha, and he bowed toward him once he came to a stop. It was only polite, since he was the alpha of the lands.

And once he was about to speak, Kahlan spoke instead. But he let her, for this was another failed attempt for him trying to bring up courage to talk to an alpha about anything. He kept his eyes locked on Tamlin, for that was polite and meant for as well. Soon enough, Kahlan finished.

Now, we just had to wait for his reply.

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