Ankyra Sound born to serve

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As soon as Spyro caught sight of the approaching female, his ears slicked against his skull, his tail twisted beneath his body, and he licked his lips with a whine. In essence, he was making himself as small as possible. He backed further away from her as she approached, but did not turn tail and run. Due to his upbringing, Spyridon knew that he was not to speak until he was spoken to. And even then, only if a question was asked of him.

“Ένα δώρο,” he replied in the only tongue he had been taught to speak, “Είμαι ένα δώρο για εσάς.” His voice was eager and willing as he spoke, voice smooth and certain. “Είμαι Σπυρίδων.” If he was in the right place, she would understand. If he was not, he would continue until he found the place he was intended to go.