Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

For @Falwasi! Takes place outside Ankyra Sound. FYI, Spyro only speaks Greek, and he's not terribly friendly.

There were few times that Spyro left the comfort of the sound, but this was one of them. He had been tracking a deer for some time now. She was alone, likely injured by the way her footprints were staggered, and she was alone. He continued to move forward at a steady pace, ears, eyes, and nose to the ground as he followed the fresh trail. He had a good feeling about this one, and if it would help to feed the mothers and sisters, Spyro had all the more reason to want to fell the beast. She could not have been very large, but she would have to do.

Then... there. She was digging through the light dusting of snow, grazing on what she could find, and clearly favoring her back left leg. An easy target indeed, but this was not the right place, nor the right time. Spyridon waited, crouched low behind a bush, readying himself for the attack.