-My Raja, we have found their tracks, we should send a chase after them! - the young tracker, flew into the hall, dusted on the run on his way to the palace. The black lioness's tail cutting off his path to the ruler's box, Oiti turned her gaze silently to the general standing at the door. Her husband, with a shocked look, raised his eyebrows, glancing furtively at the disheveled youth, and threw his head to his left.
-Don't bother Firune," the Daumasini stood up from his position, shaking his mane and scraping the granite beneath his paws as his sister, the elder Rani, never regained consciousness from the attack. The palace must be secured now to ensure this doesn't happen again. - We'll send out patrols at dawn, Raja should say goodbye to her. Check the entire palace and the city, there must be no outsiders, the people must not find out lest panic arise.
-Dumasini, we can't be silent...
-We are not silent, we will inform the city later.

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The art depicts Firun and his wife Niya.