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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||wear a smile on my face||


Gotta get home. Gotta get home, see if Kershov is okay, see if everyone was okay the lanky ess couldn't help but worry, her long limbs carrying her swiftly and efficiently. Avoiding obstacles as she ram towards Uyaraut.. wait Uyaraut? Since when was it... oh what the hell. Everything changed, that wasn't a surprise either. Kari got to the shore, outside of the territory first and then scanned around her, heading in the direction of home. Bounding with strong limbs towards the border, shore side. It wasn't long before Kershov's call reached her audits right as three wolves came into view. Recognizing Kershov first and then seeing a smaller femme with him and another brute she had not met just yet. Nearing them faster than she expected, skidding to a halt closer to Kershov. She sighed inwardly with relief upon seeing no physical injuries to her King. Dipping her head slightly.

Looking towards the smaller femme, the femme fatal who was significantly smaller than both her and Kershov. She smelled of him and something else though that didn't quite sit with her very well. Her gaze made it to Mabbit as he spoke, a small scoff escaping her kissers. Nice of you to mention the weather instead of the stray our king has inevitably brought back to his territory during this change. her lyrics heavily laced with sarcasm and the idiotic fact that this femme fatal did not belong here. Did not belong in Uyaraut, she belonged elsewhere. Sure she was mildly jealous but most of all, what if this femme had some sort of beef with Kershov and his pack? That would inevitably put them all in danger. Though it wasn't like she could do very much, with her size and all.

Black pillars carried her closer to Kershov, just mere inches from their pelts brushing together. I'm glad you're safe and sound, my King. her voice much lower so only he could hear, can't have anyone else knowing she was being nice for a change.

||but there's a demon inside||

kari // vixen // adult // uyaraut // love //


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