Ankyra Sound My ship would leave the country

Kevlyn frowned at his toes, breathing loudly and doing the best he could to keep himself from crying. Spyridon seemed to sense that he was finished with their lesson, for the dark-furred consort placed a soothing lick across his brow and gestured for him to follow. The pup didn't hesitate to obey, though his mood was still rather sour as he padded after Spyro.

His ears twitched atop his head, every so often turning back to the roaring ocean behind him and then flinging forward to listen to Spyridon again. His eyes remained down, however; this society was confusing, and Kevlyn knew he wasn't to look at females directly. He didn't really understand the difference between the females and males yet, so this subservient behaviour extended to all the wolves of the Sound.