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Spyro might have gone after the beast if another scent hadn't trickled toward him. He curled his lip, annoyed that another wolf might be so close by while he was attempting to catch food for his sisters. He would have to abandon this one and come back to it, he knew that much. He could not trust an outsider to help him, especially considering none of them (save the stranger who had met with Caiaphas) spoke his language. In the literal sense, of course. Greek was not commonly taught here, aside from the wolves who lived in the sound, and Spyro would be surprised to hear it spoken anywhere else.

Sighing, he moved toward the scent until he found the source: a girl. She was in seemingly good health, but she smelled of another pack he did not recognize. That wasn't surprising, considering Spyro had kept to Ankyra Sound until today. Even so, he was not far outside of the sisters' domain. He observed, silently, waiting for her to notice him. What she did from there would determine his next course of action.