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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Within the time frame the lass had been in Uyaraut, she had not only been called a stray, but now a toy. As the members of Kershov's pack showed one by one, the small vixen found herself studying each and every one of them; taking in their appearances, scents, and the way they each spoke. Kari spoke with a form of sarcasm and the girl now dubbed Athene spoke in rhythm. Kershov had made himself clear with not being friends but that didn't mean Milo and her overbearingly happy self wouldn't push a friendship on him. Or at least try to. When they'd arrived, the cold and her soaking wet fur had been too much for the small girl; inevitably it made her faint and come to minutes later after her past memories had gone through her head as if she was there. She took it as whoever was controlling things about their lives, be it Tor or some different type of being, telling her it was not her time and she would have many more years as an alphess. Well; she could only hope. In being here though, she hoped that her own pack wasn't in chaos, that it was still there and that her members were still alive after this change. It unnerved her to be here for so long but as Kershov spoke she could only get out nods of agreement. That's right, it used to be Munashii, now it's Wudubearo. the lass spoke softly, her tongue lolling out as she smiled and closed her eyes.

As soon as he spoke to Grey Wind, he mentioned Milo not even seeing her pack yet. Unfortunately I haven't and I can only hope my pack members are safe. she responded and offered a wag of her tail and a smile. The ess was genuinely worried for her pack. She wanted to be home and exploring her own pack, not here and exploring someone else's not that she didn't mind it.

Kershov spoke about finding a "base" for his pack and then once he looked to her offering that she could join in on the task until they became available to gather a few to escort her back to her own territory as she knew next to nothing about how to get back but figured eventually someone would be around to find her, they'd either pick her scent up or remember that she was going to meet with Kershov sooner or later anyhow to talk about an alliance, at least the few that she told. The varg had no problem staying until either a few of his own became available, or a few of her own came looking wondering if she was okay or if she was even alive. The overly excited girly moved her tail back and forth in the sand and grinned once more,

Of course I don't mind Kershov, I will gladly assist if you don't mind. her ears perked when Kari, the maned wolfess, asked why Milo was here with Kershov instead of in her own home. That was a good question and she probably would have gone home. . . had Kershov not carried her. She did however, owe him her life and for that she had a lot of gratitude, if he hadn't of carried her from the spot they were in, she probably would have froze and been hit by some debris or something to that effect. Just tell me where you need me and I'll help where I'm needed. As for why I am here instead of at my own pack; your leader, Kershov, pretty much saved me whether the brute wanted to admit that he had a heart or not, was up to him. Milo felt if he wanted to say anymore on the matter, he would, at that point the lass fell silent.

M I L O
queen of wudubearo - no love - no pups - allied to none


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