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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{|| dakota || male || bright moon || omega || no mate || greensmurf ||}
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The rust colored lupine was wandering mindlessly. Instead of focusing on any anxieties of the past or present, his mind was cleared of all thoughts. Other than his ears and nose working subconsciously to pick up anything unfamiliar, he was tuned out from his surroundings. In his zoned out state, Dakota didn’t detect any of his pack mate’s nimble movements as she silently approached him. When he first felt something touching him his muscles immediately tensed and his hackles reflexively stood on end. His foot falls halted as his conscious stream of thought returned and his nose began working overtime. By the time the alluring vixen made her way up to his chin her scent had registered in his mind and his body was relaxed again. He felt an instinctive urge to lean into her greeting – not sexually so much as just a social instinct – but he held back remembering her injuries that, as he could smell, were not healed properly yet. His earthy brown eyes found her face and a warm smile kissed his features.

"Why hello handsome. Can't sleep? Thoughts of me running through your mind?"

“Oh, but whatever else could be?”

Kota sassed back, sashaying his hips to brush against hers without actually putting any pressure on her. He thought he was doing just fine on his own but as soon as he realized Nimueh was beside him his morale felt lifted. Even just that little bit was enough to feel the difference. He was glad for the growing relationships within this new family and found himself drawn to her especially. He wouldn’t exactly call it a crush. They were too old for those, right? No, although he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at all attracted to the small femme, it wasn’t with any romantic intentions that he pursued this friendship.

“So what’s a girl like you doing out so late in a place like this?”

One part flirtatious, one part asking ‘what’s up?’ It was curious to him that she hadn’t healed completely yet. She was hit hard but that was weeks ago and her skin should be further along in the process by now. As she responded in whatever way she saw fit, Dakota circled her and ran his eyes along her wounds, sniffing them for infection or anything else that would clue him in. As he was sniffing the wounds which, notably were not infected, he also caught a whiff of Dante on Nimueh’s fur. He felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over him and pulled away a few inches, looking up again at the she-wolf’s face. At least someone was caring for the queen. The cream and russet colored male had not seen his Bright Moon’s alpha since they had dispersed from the clearing where they had faced the bear. Weeks. It had been weeks and he had failed to check in on the Dante, even once. He had made sure the food cache remained stocked with small morsels of meat but what good was that without checking to see if the alpha had a way to even retrieve it?

“And how is our fearless leader? Healing faster than you, I hope.” His tone was teasing in a way that was quickly becoming typical between the two.




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