She left on a Friday morning.Not with ceremony — the founding ground had stopped producing ceremonies for departures the same way it had stopped producing them for arrivals. People left when the work called them to leave and they came back when the work brought them back and the boundary was always there, warm and silver, holding the thread of connection regardless of distance.Rael stood at the southern boundary with her pack on her shoulders and the formal designation document in her coat and the fourteen years of Ironwood knowledge in her head.She looked at the founding ground.She looked at me."Instructions," she said."None," I said.She looked at me."You know the Crest Pack," I said. "You know who needs the compact's protections most urgently. You know the wrong assessments and the unmated wolves and the disputes without resolution." I held her gaze. "You have the founding ground's authority behind you and the legal framework the two Miras built and thirty years of Valdis's
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