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The dark wolf flinched at the Pharaoh’s words. A Prince of Akashingo – the sound of it kicked his heart to a racing speed. Crowfeather had done nothing to earn that title in the Pharaoh’s court. He did not believe that the man would allow him to say anything else on the matter, though. Even if he did, the shadow was not certain that he would want to. If he could avoid the Pharaoh’s stare upon his face, it would be best.

Y-Yes, Pharaoh, Crowfeather answered with a small bow of his snout.

Why on earth would the ruler want to discuss the future of his kingdom with Crowfeather? The seer could not imagine anything that he might be able to offer to a king who had everything. Still, he would not disobey the lapis-eyed wolf. Ramesses had a cool face and a sense of calm in most situations. Crowfeather did not wish to see if anger existed beneath that veneer.