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 brute was still surprised to find himself back in a pack. Since he and Macaria had left Abendrot he thought that was the end of his pack life. He didn’t want to go back to the lands that he had left, and how could another place feel like home now? Even if he had the female with her, it wouldn’t be home again. But a shcking turn of events made it seem like maybe it could be. Grey Wind had never expected Kershov to come back, but they had come across his scent. He was not sure what his intentions were, but if he were to claim Abendrot again, Grey Wind knew he would be there. But instead of the old pack, the snow white male took to new lands. Macaria and the brute were both in agreement to go back to the king. To some going from being an alpha back to being ruled by someone might be hard, but serving Kershov came naturally to Grey Wind. It felt right to go back to his king. Maybe that’s why Abendrot hadn’t been home anymore, because a crucial part was missing.

When the male joined into this new pack, there were some new wolves to meet as well. For now he was the only male besides the alpha. But he knew that some females were as strong as males, and if Kershov accepted them then there was something about them that was not to be underestimated. Grey Wind took some time to get to know the new pack’s territory. Paws carried him through the trees that he hoped would become as familiar to him as Abendrot’s were. His thoughts wandered to his brother, Summer, and what he had been like as an alpha walking in these lands. Summer and him got a long fine when they were younger, but as adults he had not seen much of him. Their two packs were not friends and they never reconnected. And now Summer was dead. Grey Wind was not as sad as most would think a brother would be. He knew death was a natural part of the world and had grown to accept it. But there were other siblings of his that were still alive, one that had found his way back to Kershov just as Grey Wind had done. Mabbit’s familiar vocals reached his ears as it summoned him and the king.

Grey Wind’s paws carried him to the border of the pack to see if Mabbit was coming to join or just to check in and say hello. As he stepped forward he saw that Kershov was already there, welcoming the brute back. The black wolf seemed a bit nervous, but Grey Wind was not entirely sure why. He heard Mabbit ask if Kershov had seen him, but there would be no need for the king to answer that question. ”Hello Mabbit.” Grey Wind nodded to Kershov in greeting as well, waiting to see what else his brother had to say.

Picture and table credit to the wonderful Morgin <3


KINGS MOST OF ALL.


| GreyWind | Adult |Bright Moon | Tied to Macaria | Pups | Violet



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