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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Winn Dixie
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The vixen flicked her auds as the sound of a Bright Moon wolf started to approach, with a seemingly angry gait. The mottled lass put on a look that would make one assume she was bored. Winn Dixie swiveled her head to the side as an alabaster female came out of nowhere, hackles raised and banner held high. Abendrot wolfess... The tone of her voice did not hurt Winn's feelings at all, it just yet made her insides chuckle. Bright Moon, trying to mess with Abendrot? The femme thought to herself. However, she kept the same bored look on her face. Doing something the lass hated to do, she crouched down and sagged her tail. Fiery blue portals looked at the Bright Moon wolf's paws.

I am quite sorry, ma'am, I was heading towards the plateau and I must have strayed too close for comfort as I was daydreaming. Winn Dixie started to trot forward toward the direction of the plateau, still crouched down and banner sagging low. Making her emotion turned to pure curiosity, the vixen turned her head. Just curious, I have heard rumors about Tamlin. Are these rumors true? Her soft voice sounded completely innocent, but it coated the venom Abendrot had pounded into her.

Winn Dixie had started to slowly creep forward, listening carefully for the wolfess to say anything. Perhaps she would, perhaps she wouldn't. Only time would tell.
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Winn Dixie || Vixen || Adult || Mate || Pups || Abendrot || Candy ||


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