Loona stood in the community center doorway and watched a wolf in pressed slacks claim credit for her cooperative. The families she fed every week nodded along. Three council members leaned in to listen. She'd built this from nothing, and now someone with the right friends was rewriting history. Outside, the delivery truck sat in the parking lot. Its metal hull was painted with forty family names in neat rows. She'd added each one herself as they joined. The wolf inside had never even seen the truck. He couldn't name a single family on its side. But he spoke like a leader, and the council members smiled. Loona walked to the truck and ran her fingers across the painted names. The families knew. That would have to be enough for now.