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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Winter was on its way in Blossom. The air was growing colder with each day and it seemed to be darker longer. The days grew shorter as the night grew longer and the foliage began to change. The colors of the leaves had already changed and now the leaves were falling, scattering around the earth and making it more difficult to travel stealthily through the trees with dead leaves crunching underfoot. Those that were older would know that they needed to hunt as much as they could now before all the prey hibernated for the winter and it became increasingly difficult to find food. Those that were younger hopefully had someone older to help them through the harsher times. Summer’s thoughts went to his niece…daughter…Nzingha, and what it would be like for her when she went through her first winter. The brute made sure to hunt, whether with her or without her, to make sure there was enough for both himself and for his new family member. He often worried about her even though she seemed to be adjusting well to the life in this pack. He just wanted her to be happy.

The smoky colored brute had been doing his best to balance life with his new family and with his pack that had been with him for many years now. He could not let things go slack that he was responsible for, such as the safety of his packmates, even when everything seemed to be quiet. He felt guilty that he had been too busy to call a pack meeting lately and he hoped that his friends and pack members would understand when it did happening, which he hoped was soon. One night, when Summer couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts swimming through his head, he pushed his way through the den, making sure that Nzingha was asleep and safe before leaving. He smiled as he quietly slipped past her, not wanting to disturb her with her slumber. The only light coming through the foliage tonight was from the stars, and it seemed particularly dark without the comfort of the moon’s light. But he knew the moon would grow and bring more and more light with each passing night. The dark did not bother him, it was something he had grown up with and gotten used to long ago. It was like a comforting friend now.

Summer’s form headed to the borders that he had been familiar with for a long time now. There had been some disturbances along the borders that he had been keeping an eye on lately, but had not yet brought it to the attention of his pack. He did not know what the threat level was and did not want to make others panic. His thoughts went to one of his newest friends, Amalthea, and how easily frightened she often became and he did not want to make her, and the rest of the pack, feel as if they were not safe here. Carcasses had been seen near, or even at, the borders of Bright Moon, carcasses that were not taken down by wolves, but something much larger and potentially more dangerous. Trees had been disfigured, deep gauges of claws of something that could never come from a wolf had left him feeling on edge. Maybe he should have alerted his pack to the potential danger sooner, but right now things did not seem any different.

As Summer drew closer to the border he hoped that there were no new signs of danger nearby. Instead dread and the beginnings of fear filled him. There were new tracks, and they were in the territory now. The beast that had been lingering at the borders had finally decides to cross. He followed them through the trees, needing to make sure that there was no further destruction left from this bear. The tracks were dangerously close to some of the dens of his packmates, and he could not risk anything happening to them. It could travel to his and Nzignha’s den next and he knew that could be dangerous. The time to act was now before the bear decided that one of his friends was to be his next target. Summer knew that he could not take down a bear by himself, and trying to run a bear out of his territory would be stupidly dangerous to attempt on his own. So he needed to call for his pack. He lifted his muzzle to the sky, letting his vocals ring out through the trees. It was a demanding call for his pack to mates to come to him and to the needs of their home. Together they would be able to take this on.


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**Summer**Brute**Lover to None**Father Figure to Nzingha**ALPHA OF BRIGHT MOON**Adult**Brother of Lady, Nymeria, Grey Wind, Rickon, and Ghost**Violet**








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