Ankyra Sound (J) web that you weave

No translations, because I don't think Larus or Sparta know Greek.

It was uncommon for a consort to greet those who called upon the sisters, but it was common for them to be there in case the sea witches needed any assistance. When the call of a stranger made its way to Spyro's ears, the born and bred sea wolf lumbered toward the epicenter of the call as quickly as he could. His dark fur was fluffed by the wind and sea, and he made it just in time to see one of the spawn speaking in the common tongue to the strange woman. This was no sister—that much Spyro was certain of—and she had no right to Larus, who was one of the sound's children now.

Swiftly, Spyridon stepped in front of Larus and the stranger, though he made no aggressive movements. His mission right now was to remove the boy from this one's grasp. It was not uncommon for some of the younger ones to have family seek them out. But now that Larus was here, he belonged to the sea and its sisters. “Μείνετε πίσω, μικρή.” he said to the spawn, nudging him closer to Ankyra Sound's heart.

With the boy taken care of, Spyro turned his attention to the stranger. “Ποιος είσαι εσύ;” he questioned. While Spyro had been taught to respect girls rather than boys, outsiders were always the lowest ranking of them all. In all reality, he could do nothing but keep her at bay until one of the sisters arrived, seeing as they could speak the common tongue.