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 vixen lay in het dull, aching misery having nightmares. She twitcged slightly at times, and when she did, it hurt quite bad. But she was unconscious and didn't notice. After a while of laying in her feverish state, dreaming about imaginary creatures eating up herself and the brute she had come to, she felt her head being soothed slightly. Wetness! But a good wetness, at that. She opened her eyes just a tad, seeng a figure. Her head felt puffy, almost like it was turning into swiss cheese. Lupus? She said. Was it really the wolf deity healing her?

She swiped a paw to his chest, eyes widening. F...forgive me, master. She then said standing up. She was wobbly, weak, and confused, but she was strong enough to stand. The blood flow had stopped; something sticky matted her fur together. She didn't care for it felt good. But ot wasn't the brute. It wasn't even Lupus. It wa ls an unknown wolf. She stared. Who are you? She said with her dry tongue.


{Grrrrr, me too. I tired}

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