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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Kahlan smiled as her amber gaze picked up the smile that lit upon Spark’s face when he responded to her remarks. However, when the brute spoke again, this time a much sadder smile fell upon her maw. So the brute did not have memories of a happy family, and therefore didn’t feel very comfortable within Sawtooth. Her now sadly reminiscent gaze watch Spark shake his head as he apologized. She opened her own maw to respond to the brute once he had fallen silent. “I know where you are coming from. My father was infected with the foaming plague while protecting the pack, and he then in turn ended up killing almost everyone in the pack. If you ever meet my brother, that is why he is so silent… I escaped my father with my mother and she raised me, but he got separated and had to figure out how to survive by himself. He also does not feel comfortable in the packlands… it is difficult for him. ” She fell silent. A morose haze had fallen over her… the memories of her childhood were still painful, but she also hoped that her ability to sympathize with Spark may help the brute.

The fae’s plume gently swayed on the ground as she thought for a bit… Kahlan couldn’t understand why the brute had volunteered for the task if he did not feel that the pack was family… that why she was here. The terra was her home, her packmates were her family. “If… if you don’t feel comfortable in the pack, you should get to know more of our pack mates.” Kahlan’s voice was much quieter this time. “It helps to make you feel like you belong when you have friends…




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