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qualifies.  
    The White fixed the steady gaze of a predator on Kriegen, sizing up his opponent, but Kriegen returned the stare with a piercing intensity, calm but ready.
    A human cannot represent a wolf pack!   The White’s ears flattened against his skull, and he clasped the white knife strapped to his chest.
    Quickly the Gray interceded.  Amber is a member of the Forest Guardians, a pack that is represented by the line of Kriegen.   Do you wish to step down?   The Gray stared at Kriegen and waited. 
    Kriegen’s pupils dilated into hunter’s vision, his fangs dripped saliva, and hot blood pounded through his veins.  The ancestor minds helped him control the feral reaction, and he forced himself to use logic.  Our pack serves two roles, each recognized by the Council.  We are Guardians of the Forest and Protectors of the Humans.   He deliberately used the new pack name.  Consult your ancestor minds.  Two Council Representatives are required, one to fill each role.  Increased representation is granted when a pack performs new duties.  
    The Council fell silent to consult their ancestor minds. As each member nodded, Kriegen knew he’d won.  His ancestor minds congratulated him for shrewd handling of the matter. 
    Too soon! 
    The White charged Kriegen with snapping fangs and a slashing dagger.  Rising to his full height, Kriegen stood on his hind legs and drew a dagger.  The White leaped and Kriegen sidestepped.  As the White slid past, Kriegen’s gleaming fangs snapped, and a tuft of white fur fluttered to the ground. 
    Enraged the White attacked again. 
    This time Kriegen plunged his dagger into the White’s shoulder and sank his fangs into the neck ruff.  The White yelped and struggled to loosen Kriegen’s tenacious grip.  Their bodies writhed across the bloody stone floor. 
    When Kriegen finally broke away, rage threatened to engulf his reason.  Ancestor voices clamored inside his mind, urging calm, but Kriegen forced them down and faced the enemy.  He stood prepared to deal a death blow. 
    The White shook.  Droplets of blood splattered the onlookers as he slashed the blade in a deadly arc.  Kriegen crouched to evade the blow and jumped up under the White’s outstretched forelimb.  He struck the White a body blow that sent his foe tumbling across the slick floor.  The creature lay trembling, defeated.  With flattened ears and tucked tail, he slunk out of the chamber in disgrace.
    Forgive his rash behavior, Kriegen.   The Gray stepped forward .  Our ancestors confirm your facts.
    Kriegen shoved the bloody dagger into a sheath strapped to his chest.  Bloodlust pounded through his veins, his ears twitched, and his black ruff stood erect.  His large body looked dangerous.  Kriegen’s nostrils quivered with a predatory awareness, drinking in the scent of fear that filled the room. 
    Do you declare pack feud against the White? the Gray asked.
    With difficulty Kriegen suppressed his desire to kill, sucked in a deep breath, and licked blood from his muzzle. He dropped to all fours.  No.  Nothing but death comes from a pack feud.  We must hear the Council’s decision on our petition .  Kriegen’s mental message felt angry. 
    The Council members fidgeted. Kriegen’s alert ears rotated forward while his body quivered with agitation.  The Council shielded Kriegen’s mind while the Gray heard the vote. 
    The Gray said, The Council grants representation to Tessa, the host of Amber. If the human should die, another wolf host must take her place to preserve the ancestor minds.
    Agreed.   Kriegen relaxed and licked his paw.  We give our report regarding the Human Pack.
    The Gray huffed.  We grow weary.  Give us the report with speed.   Kriegen felt pleased.  He knew they’d be less critical since he’d won a major concession.  He began the narrative.  King Donovan strives to bring peace, but the human Council argues much like ours.  The Black Market leaders demand to join