Kalan traveled swiftly along the outer wall of the dilapidated citadel. Muzzle dropped to the ground his paws lifted and dropped in silence until he found a way in, leaping over a few crumbling stones before he found himself within the walls. He stood in silent reverence before a great stair, following the steps upwards with his russet pools–Kalan knew this was the way. Taking the crumbling steps two at a time he cautiously trespassed on the building, finding his way in amongst the others–if they were there at all, dipping his head respectively–royalty should be here...
”Your Majesties...I am Kalan, her to make your acquaintance and announce my intentions to rule the West Wing.”
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