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 sat thoughtfully, her head tilted slightly as she looked at the brute. So his brother was just starting to learn the herbs… Kahlan made a mental note to ask Moth herself about the potential to learn herb lore. She loved taking care of others as it was, but if she had the opportunity to add healing knowledge to her repertoire, she would not turn it down. The fae smiled as she listened the brute talk about his family… although he had apparently had a bad childhood, it was apparent that he cared deeply for them, and she felt a small pit of sorrow for the brute when he mentioned that some of his family disappeared. When the brute’s vocals faded away to silence, Kahlan opened her maw quietly to offer her sympathy. “I am sorry indeed that some of the ones you were closest to are gone… that must be hard on you…” her voice stayed at a whisper, her pity ringing true in her vocals. She then hung her head and remained silent, giving the lost ones a respectful silence. Though she did not wish their conversation to end, Kahlan decided to allow the brute decide when to continue their dialogue, which he did after just a few moments of silence, his next speech addressing the question that she had posed to him.

He had high hopes for himself, and Kahlan grinned at him, the tips of her canines just showing. She respected those that had high goals for themselves – it was her opinion that it made life more worth living if you set goals for yourself. Life was more enjoyable, for the increase in self-worth gained upon completing an aspiration was always a welcome feeling. As he continued and mentioned Abendrot, the fae’s smile waned, showing her distaste for that particular terra. Although she secretly admired the strength of the leader, she had no respect for the members of the pack. And yet, as the brute listed off the different positions that were held within that pack, Kahlan’s smile returned. Yes… she would talk to Moth about learning the herbs. She wanted to be a contributing member to the pack, and learning even basic herblore could be useful for even minor injuries, even extremely helpful should a battle occur. Finally, the brute described exactly what his own goal was – to be a commander of Saw Tooth’s troops and teach them the ways of pack fighting. “That would indeed be an important role in the pack, to be able to teach our pack mates how to hunt and fight efficiently and work as a cohesive unit. Luckily we are in a moment of peace… but you never know how quickly that may change.” She added in the last part as her memory of her pack’s death lingered at the edge of her conscious thought. She shook her head to try to shake the memory, before continuing. “Your father would be proud of you having a role like that.” she added quietly, winking at the brute.




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