The Bracken Woods all streams flow into the sea

Satisfied that Abraxas would not act out again, Spyridon focused his attention on the young sister. Having been born and raised amongst them, he knew that there were times when the youngest ones were some of the strongest. It was true that the younger ones could be bullheaded, but through their mistakes, they would learn the finer ways of life. Spyro had witnessed it again and again.

He did not know if Caiaphas would be here. She had, after all, left them without so much as a word (if Rem is recalling this correctly). He had been poised to give Aella children, but that plan had fallen through when the pack dissolved. He faulted no one, though he had mourned the loss of Kevlyn. The spawn had been one of Spyro's better pupils.

The consort averted his gaze when Minthe looked over her shoulder. He was proud of her, even if she was not his to be proud of. She was a sister, and Spyro had always been proud of the culture he had been born into, even if outsiders did not always understand their ways.