The gathering happened on a Friday, which was apparently when it always happened.No formal announcement. No dress code guidance circulated three days in advance. No seating arrangement or allied pack positioning or careful protocol about which family sat where. Lily, in one of her first messages north, had asked how the Northern Fang held their communal gatherings, and Aurora had dictated the answer over my shoulder while I wrote it: someone decides food would be nice, tells Greta, and Greta decides food would be very nice indeed. Then there is food and people come.That was it.I had expected to watch from the edge.The main hall on Friday evenings was different from the main hall at any other time. The furniture was pushed to the walls, not with the formal precision of a pack preparing for ceremony but with the cheerful disorder of people creating space because they needed it rather than because it was required. The fire was lit at both ends, which made the hall warm to the point o
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