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

Murder was not something that Spyro batted an eye at. Much less so when the intended victim had stolen from his masters. So when Caiaphas indicated that the Duskfire wolves were to be killed, Spyridon merely nodded. How she intended to lead them to this, he did not know. He knew that their own numbers were small, though he did not know anything of the Duskfire wolves, how many they had, or even what they were like. Most outsiders, he had found, were similar to one another. They were often far too friendly, and because he could not speak to them without a translator, he often did not speak with them at all.

Spyridon stared in the same direction as his queen, eyes hard on the horizon where these thieves lived. There was work that would need to be done, and much planning, if Caiaphas truly wished for the death of them all. They would need to send somebody to scout them out, or perhaps somebody to lure them here. If they could entice the Duskfire wolves to come here, they would have a better shot at being the victors. The fight would be in their favor if they could fight on the land they knew well.