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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Which den is yours then? lyrics flowed from her kissers as she moved ahead of him slightly, plume up in the air and swaying as to waft her scent even more than she already had, attempting to make him go crazy with the smell of her scent. Knowing that a bitch in heat made all the males go insane. That's what she was aiming for though, for this specific male to go insane by her scent. She wanted as soon as they made it to his den to be taken by him. The lass kept ahead just by a little bit, audits listening to him move so she would know when he stopped.

She wasn't sure how big this pack was but she had a feeling it was huge and she definitely didn't want to stray too far from the border as she was way out of her comfort zone anyhow, hackles only slightly risen but still definitely very much horny. The scent coming from her told whoever was around that she was as well. Being much smaller than Mabbit, the more she thought about what could happen, the more her delicate parts ached and tingled. Not even trying to hide it at this point, her kissers formed a small smile and she couldn't help but think what was about to, or what could, happen once they reached his den.

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