Ramsey
"A war council," I replied. "Comprised of those who actually fight, not those who only talk. Warriors, healers, strategists, people who are in touch with reality and not people who sit in their glass houses all day drinking wine. People chosen for their skills, not their bloodlines."
I turned to Lenny. "Prepare a list of candidates. Include representatives from the refugee packs—they know Nathan's strategies better than anyone."
"Yes, Alpha," Lenny replied, already making notes.
"This is not acceptable," Elder Silva protested weakly. "The council has existed since the founding of the White Mountain Region. It is the oldest union of this world."
"And now it's gone," I said. "You're all dismissed."
"So, you will deny us of our rights to participate in the affairs of our packs and this region for mere sentiments, Alpha Ramsey?" Elder Silva said.
