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 saddened. Really? No one? Zloy turned tail and ran back towards the femme. I guess I'll just have to do what I can. He mused. He crashed through the thistles and into the puny clearing the vix was laying in. Zloy was new to the territory, so he didn't know all the nooks and crannies of the Bright Moon territory. But it is his territory as well. Zloy skidded to a halt in the clearing. He saw no only the unconscious ivory fae, but also a loner who smelled of Staircase Falls. One injured trespasser was alright. Wolves crossed the borders with injuries all the time. But two wolves? Zloy raised his hackles, infuriated.

"Who the hell are you? Zloy snarled. "Get on your back if you know what's good for you, varg." Zloy spat. He was a packmember of this territory, and he wasn't going to let trespassers come and go as the please! Zloy glanced at Velva. She was treated? She was treated! Zloy snapped his gray cranium back to the scarred varg. "You healed her?" He asked. There was less hostility in his voice than before, but it was still there. Zloy glanced at the vix. Maybe I should… dang, she's pretty. Zloy bit his tongue. Shut up, shut up, shut up! She from stinking Abendrot! Its stench hangs around her like burrs! Zloy shook his head uncomfortably.

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