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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From the stories those that had been here longer have told her, change had swept through the lands all over. Some had even seemed rather scared and traumatized over such a happening, seeking to comfort each other in the fact that surely it wouldn't happen again, even if their tones would often belie the fact that they weren't sure. This is perhaps why the Ice Queen was sent to investigate Uyaraut, to see if change had also brought havoc to the pack-lands. She couldn't really answer that from merely looking around, since she was new and knew not any pack territory save for her home at Graes, though the best she can do is hope for the alpha or someone to let her know, because she would not herself. Along her way she had managed to pluck a rare winter hare just as it sought escape into it's burrow, keeping herself well-fed on her journey to he unfamiliar lands beyond her home.

Snow and frost made the hunting easier for her with her fine white coat, where others may have struggled. When she supposed that she was nearing the lands she was to scout she paused to groom herself back into tidy perfection, managing to catch and dig free a vole, something she could perhaps offer as a gift to ensure she wasn't being perceived as a threat, though her calm and poised demeanor shouldn't really be taken as such anyways. She was elegant and slender, with a coat white as snow and delicate facial features. Approaching the borders with the vole in her jaws, her ears perked and her ice blue eyes gazing at the lands beyond, seeing a packland that was impossibly different in comparison to her own.

She had never really been faced with meeting an alpha that had been in solid rule aside from the place she had grown up, but this pack would only have unfamiliar faces and unknown temperaments. She didn't know if they were like her abusive and elitist father, didn't know if they were icy calm and poise like she herself was. There were so many different possibilities, there could be a warm and kind alpha, an air-headed and strange alpha, a cruel alpha, or even one with moods that change as the seasons do. The air here smelled of salt and brine, and before her were rocky outcroppings.

She allowed the vole to drop at her paws, wondering if vole was even something that would normally be in this pack's diet. If it wasn't, she could only hope it would be treated as a rare delicacy and not rejected outright. The muscles along her slender body were coiled tight in this immaculate poise as she waited, small flakes of snow tangling in her already naturally white coat. She knew that she could have searched for a bigger piece of meal, but for now this would have to do. Something was better than nothing, at least in her own opinion. In a moment she feels as though she is not alone, that there is someone here or someone coming. One ear flickers at a sound in the distance, her icy gaze flickering in that direction, as the pack scent wafts around her.

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