and my soul is just a silhouette [pack search party]

Spyridon had followed them, also picking up on the unfamiliar male scent, laced with that of Larus's own. Unlike Caiaphas, his expression did not change from his usual stoic one, and he pricked his ears forward to listen to their alien words. He caught only Larus's name in the mix of it, and Spyro looked quizzically to Caiaphas for an explanation, or even better, an order on what to do next. If Larus had been taken by this unknown male, perhaps one of the glacier wolves she had spoken of before, then it was possible she would demand conflict.

“Τι θα κάνουμε, βασίλισσα μου;” he asked, briefly glancing to Nakai for any indication that he might give off. Spyro saw great promise in the male, though he knew how difficult it could be to convert adults. Many of them could never fully commit to the cause, and Spyridon had seen late to the game consorts break many times back home. Perhaps Nakai was different, but Spyro would be hard pressed to ever trust him fully. For now, he still had much to learn. He spoke too much, and he still had not even begun to learn the language of the sirens.