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 brindled lass had been scratching the entire time and grumbling up until the other dragga waltzed up, at this point, she stood and took a few steps back from the bordering line, audits falling flat against her cranium, licking her lips in discomfort and swallowing at the same time she lowered her cranium slightly to show a more neutral body language. Except all the while he spoke, her hackles rose. Sako heard every word the ice dragga said, every word that slipped from his broken kissers. The vixen had to take everything in her and push it back so she wouldn't snap back at him. Her hackles full blown risen at the point he stalked away, she waited til he was far enough away before she took a step towards Mabbit at all. But the girl didn't just take one step, she took step after step until she was against him, her bodice against his. Taking a deep breath and relaxing herself, she nuzzled against his fur, taking in his scent, putting hers on his bodice and his own scent on her bodice. The lass didn't want to leave his side, but with good reason, he'd left and come back with nubs! nubs!

Brushing her petite body against his chest, the lass curled her plume up towards his neck, What to do while staying in this part of the land you stay on? Her voice low as she lifter her cranium up to rest against him. It was nearing the end of the season and her bodice wanted pups, hell, the season made her want pups. Something she never really thought about. If they were to conceive, she had a distinct feeling that the varg would want her to join Uyaraut officially but she wasn't sure if she could do that. She may certainly try though. The vixen kept her stance against Mabbit's chest, tail curled up towards his neck and their scents intermingling, making her feel even more like she had to be taken by him. Call it the season or call it that she felt comfortable around him, regardless, she wanted him and she wanted him now but would continue to hint at it with her bodice and slight hints with her lyrics.

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