REMI'S POV
Eleanor addressed the pack on the second Thursday of December.
Not the full outer community — the inner pack, the sixty people who came to the monthly meetings, plus the council members who had not been in those meetings. Eighty people in the main meeting hall, arranged not in the U-shape of the working meetings but in the rows of a formal address. The distinction mattered: the U-shape was for doing work together. The rows were for receiving something from someone who had earned the standing to deliver it.
Eleanor had earned the standing.
She stood at the front of the room without notes.
I had read her draft four times. I had made my one substantive note — the distinction between oversight failure and deliberate circumvention — and she had incorporated it with the precision
