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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When the unborn female became conscious of her own world she didn’t realize how small it truly was. It was a warm and safe place, that slowly became smaller and smaller as her form grew larger and larger. She could feel the presence of other forms around her, sometimes pushing against her cradle of warmth and comfort. Her siblings were going through the same changes she was, their small worlds becoming even smaller with each passing day. She never had any pain or fear of any kind though, not knowing that soon her world would change entirely. She could only assume that this was what life was, in this warm ball of comfort and security. Even though her world seemed to drastically become smaller and smaller at a faster and faster rate, she wasn’t worried. Surely her world would not entirely shrink.

But suddenly one day, her world changed more than she ever expected. There was tremendous pressure surrounding her, more so than she had ever felt before. Missandei tried to wiggle and squirm away from the building pressure, but there was no more room. Her and the other pups had grown too large to live within their current home, and it was time for them to experience a different and bigger and more permanent world. Fear of what was happening consumed her, and instead of trying to escape it anymore, she froze, keeping her body still and hoping that the pressure would go away and everything would go away. Instead, she felt an even stronger pressure until it finally broke and she felt the coldness of the real world. The pup shivered and whimpered until she felt the warm and comforting tongue of her mother. Even though she could not see, she knew what she had to do and followed her instincts. Her small form wiggled through the den, feeling the warmth of her mother and her other siblings that had already been born as she made the journey. Finally she felt the mammary glands, warm and full of milk. Her mouth grasped out, searching until she was able to grasp hold, sucking for the life and protection of Macaria’s colostrum. She had no idea of the difficult birth that had occurred, and how Macaria’s life was ebbing away. The young pup knew nothing except the delicious taste of the milk, and how sleepy she was growing. When she had had her fill, she laid her head down and fell asleep.


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**Missandei**Femme**Pup**Uyaraut**Daughter of Macaria and Grey Wind**Sister to Evandros, Ronan and Kiora**Violet








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