so hold nice and close the ones who get to your soul [pup baptism]

Sup kids. I'm back in bidness.

Spyridon had been digging the last of many caches he had filled today. When Caiaphas's call rose through the air, he hurriedly pushed the dirt over the bones and meat, pushing it down with the weight of his heavy paws. Satisfied that it was covered enough, he went to the nearest tree and marked it to let others know that food could be found here. With his duty done, he began moving toward Caiaphas's call and the impending ritual for the two boys.

Heavy thudding footsteps soon carried him to the spot where his queen and the two boys awaited. Automatically, his ears flattened against his skull and he gave the queen a soft whine of deference. Despite being male, Spyro had been raised to honor and respect the moon and the sea. They were not his gods in the same way that they were for the mothers and sisters, but he did feel a connection to them. This was the queen's ritual to lead, though, and he would allow her to do so with no quarrel.