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Come in!

Akhtar had been pulled from his morning prayers by the voice of another outside of his chambers, the dog easily rising from the trance of words that had been reverberating through the room. He peered out at the one who called, a stunningly marked coyote, ears tipped forward, before he gave a small smile.

Welcome. Did you need the assistance of a priest?