The afternoon sun streamed through the towering stained-glass windows of the Council Hall, casting shifting patterns of crimson, sapphire, and gold across the polished marble floor where generations of rulers had stood before the elders to defend decisions that shaped the future of the Pack, and although the chamber remained outwardly serene, an unmistakable tension lingered beneath its ceremonial dignity because every council member understood that recent events had transformed ordinary political disagreements into questions capable of determining the kingdom's survival.
