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Wicca followed the Jodai into the palace.
There were canines bustling about, akin in ways to an ant colony it seemed. 
The red lady smiled softly to herself as they went through the halls, and eventually into a throne room where the dark man uttered to a wolf who she assumed to be a lower ranking wolf, who would scurry away presumably to carry the Guard's message to the needed ears.

As she was motioned to sit, Wicca did so with ease and grace, controlled and fluid almost like a feline.

It was here, sitting patiently and prim and proper and beautiful that the ruby would wait for the Pharaoh and those who would decide to join in his audience.