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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Everything was so warm, curled up and cozy in her den. Dreaming of chasing all the prey, until she hit her paws on the water and went stumbling into it, suddenly in a abyss of water, not able to see anything around her. Starting to panic as it seemed her breath was running out and her body began to thrash in the deep water, trying to find the surface to be able to breathe. On the outside, she looked as peaceful as ever, curled up in a tight ball in the middle of her den, muzzle buried in her front pillars. Kari kept thrashing in her sleep, searching heavily for air, when the scene changed and Kershov appeared in the water and looked as if he was speaking to her, she stopped thrashing and watched, kicking her paws here and there as if she had to keep floating. His maw moved, but no words hit her audits in her dream. It was silent and it terrified her. She remembered the day that he had thrown her into the lake, seeing her most vulnerable form. When she thrashed in the water and lost some trust in her king, except she'd slowly been warming back up to him and showing him that she was worth training her. She wanted to be better than anyone else. Wanted to be the greatest. But she had a long way to go before that would happen.

When his words did hit her audits, and then his scent mixed with salt hit her nares. Her espresso orbs opened slowly and her cranium lifted to turn towards the entrance of her den to see him standing there. Watching as he turned and left from the opening of her den to lead towards the beach. The kalak slowly began to uncurl her bodice to stand, stretching her front half by lowering it to the ground and stretching each leg, her claws digging into the earth as she did. When she straightened back up, she started to walk and lowered her back half to stretch each back leg. Coming out of her den, the bright orb of fire in the sky barely peeking above the horizon. Her gaze searched for Kershov and when found, her pillaes began to move towards him, catching up as he stopped. His cranium swiveled back towards her. Karis creamy espresso meeting his obsidian orbs, he spoke and gestured and she nodded, lowering her rump to the sand, her fur had sand and salt mixed as if she hadn't bathed in a day or so. In truth, she'd been exploring still, trying to get a direct layout of the land that she and others called home. So if they ever were under attack, she would have the advantage over the intruders in the stealth aspect, being adept to hide in certain places and make herself small. Her audits perked as her king kept speaking. Her gaze never leaving his, keeping her orbs on him.

Kershov talked about not worrying about dangerous currents or uninvited guests, which she was thankful for as her fear of water had been amplified by her dreams and the girl found herself trying to hide her slight trembling. She wanted to get over this so badly, wanted to be passed it, if Kershov could do that; she'd be forever grateful and she wouldn't stop training to be the best warrior she could be. She was good now, but not excellent. Finally, he spoke about her being serious and she couldn't help but stand to her paws and chuckle, moving to stand next to her ice king. I would not be here, on this beach or up this early to give up or back out of my own improvement. Yes, I am terrified. Yes, I want so badly to leave and keep my fear. . . Kari paused to look from the ocean towards Kershov . . .But my want to improve is greater than anything I feel right now or want. I need to improve and I want to be the best. lyrics flowed from her kissers as her gaze never faulted from Kershov, challenging him to push her to her limits, wanting to be pushed to her limits simply to keep her on her toes and towards her goal of being the very best. She would thank him greatly after Push me to my limits, Sir Kershov

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