REMI'S POV
The pack community meeting at the end of November was the second one since the ceremony.
The first had been the boundary dispute and the medical fund question and Richard Holt's nod. This one had something different in it — not a different weight exactly, but a different texture. The pack had had three weeks to watch us operate since the ceremony. Three weeks of ordinary pack business conducted with the particular ease of two people who were no longer performing their roles for each other's benefit or for the pack's assessment, but simply doing them.
They had noticed.
Not dramatically. This was not the kind of pack that dramatic things happened to in public — Dax had built its culture around contained competence and it had shaped the people in it accordingly. But I had been
