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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Zloy leapt back in alarm when the vix howled in pain. GREAT FERSNIGERS! Pantig he glared down at the fae. Elva was her name, eh? He won't forget that. "A concussion! Sounds like you… You had a concussion?! Woah!" Zloy yelped in concern. He was utterly confused. How do you treat concussions? Heck, he wasn't a doctor! Zloy inhaled sharply as Elva sunk back into unconsciousness. "I… I… ah… ah…" Zloy couldn't speak. This wasn't what he thought of when he decided to take a midnight walk. "I'll be right back!" He told Elva, who probably couldn't hear him. How come he always acted like a pup in emergencies?

Zloy turned tail and ran back to the Bright Moon camp. He leapt over logs and splashed through muddy puddles made from last night's rainstorm. Meanwhile, thoughts were filling up his head. Is this right, healing an Abendrot trespasser? You can't let any wolf die, trespasser or not. This is so confusing. Why me? Why her? Why tonight? Why a concussion? And how did she travel around Aurora Borealis without getting scented? Zloy thought about Elva. What a pretty wolf. Brave, too. Shut up! She's an Abendrot, we can't be friends! Can we? Zloy was suddenly in the clearing. He skidded to a halt.

"Um, uh, um, er, um, eh, um, um, uh, um, uh…" Zloy was afraid to speak. What was he gonna say? "I need a doctor." Pathetic, Zloy, pathetic! How can a wolf with so much muscle be pathetic? In a lot of ways. SPEAK! "Um… I NEED A DOCTOR! QUICKLY! NOW!" He bellowed. That ought to get someone's attention.

Zloy furrowed his brow. You better not die on me, Elva. The last thing Bright Moon needs is a dead enemy, trespasser, whatever, to be on our territory.

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