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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☁Her bone structure screams “Touch her Touch Her” and she’s got the curse of curves.☁

”I know no other place better to raise my pups than here. She simply stated before she decided to look at her pups. Something was definitely stange about them. They were breathing, but unmoving. Her heart started to race. A scent in the den was much common to one she had long since learned. She whipped around to look at Kershov. ”Do you have a wolf in this pack dark in color with bright blue eyes and grey patches on her pelt?”

She growled out in rage. Someone had slipped into her den without notice and came near her now unmoving, yet living pups. Her heart no longer felt sorrow towards the pup dead on the rocks, but vengeance towards an old enemy that came near the sweet creatures yet to even speak a word. Rage would shine brightly in her eyes as the wolfess felt the warriors fight burn brightly inside of her again.

”Yura, Noot please wake up.” She gently pushed them with her muzzle, but they didn’t even move an inch. They didn’t begin to whine for milk or even try to pull themselves around. Atakask sniffed around their mouths and quickly jumped towards Kershov. ”My pups have been poisoned by the wolf I just described to you. She has long since wanted to kill me and now she has taken it out on my children. Do not go near them my alpha. I would fear it could affect you.” She said with venom dripping in her words.

If anyone wanted to know what a mother's rage could hold looking at Atakask would surely show you just how much a mother would do to save her children. ”I need to find her and figure out what she has done to my children. I.. I may have to leave in order to do so. Would it be alright to leave them here to be safe while I hunt for the beast that has done this to them?” She looked back at her Alpha who she held as a dear friend in her heart.



☁You’re making something out of nothing, and jealousy is the cousin, cousin of greed.☁

♍ Temptress ♍ Moher of Yura and Noot ♍ No Mate ♍ Wolf of Uyaraut ♍ words 354 ♍



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