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Slate followed the golden female and wondered if all females of Akashingo were this beautiful. Slate had never considered herself beautiful, nor had any wish to be seen as such. It only gave problems for her if she was. Slate followed the female into room after room and her eyes darted around them to see every scenario around her. It was certainly astonishing and beautiful in its own right, fit for the royals. She felt more relaxed when she smelled flowers and berries and her tailed became less stiff. 

"i do not know why the queen has asked for you," The golden female had stopped and so did Slate. They had left the pleasant scents and instead, the air was rotting. The female did not seem keen on entering the room in front of them and Slate wondered just exactly what had happened to this mystery wolf.

"the saints did this. many, many days ago." That was not good.

"she has lain here ever since." Not good at all.

They had an injured wolf in their care, and rather than seek out someone who could help they had left this person to the state of decay? Slate's face turned into a rather unpleasant scowl. She dared not say anything as she was holding her things in her jaws and didn't want to drop them. Beside it seemed this woman was nothing but a servant, scolding her wasn't going to get the job done.

Without hesitation she stepped into the room to see what situation she was dealing with.