The sound of the crowds clapping their hands had become so loud that it practically reverberated across the area. There were individuals rising up from the edges of the room on the right side of the space, and they were making their way towards the raised podium. They were dressed formally, with coats and ties for the males, and pencil skirts, blazers, and undershirts for the majority of the ladies.

I overheard Savannah muttering to herself, "Ah, I presume the speaker is presenting them from lowest to highest ranked packs," when she was by herself. She had a look on her face that implied she was little repulsed by those...