Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

She quipped something, a short word, and threw her muzzle in the direction of the deer he had been tracking. He needn't any further instruction, and so he glanced back at her only once before sauntering off toward his intended kill. Spyridon's ears splayed backward, ensuring that she was not planning on following him. A few hundred yards away, though, and he was certain that she would do no such thing. Perhaps a more sharing wolf would have offered to give her a small portion of the meal, but Spyro lived and died for his sirens, nobody else.

Forgetting the common female just as quickly as he had met her, Spyro was soon on the prowl again, tracking down the meal he hoped to bring back to Ankyra Sound. He stepped lightly, tracking the smallish doe until he found the right moment to spring upon her, jaws latching onto her hindquarters as he brought her down with the sheer weight of his body. She bleated frantically, but she'd been separated from her herd for quite some time, and nobody was there to save her. She kicked and scrambled, but Spyro's grip held true, and soon Spyro managed to bleed her out enough so that she faltered. Taking the opportunity, the large male wrapped his jaws around her thrashing neck, biting down with all the force that nature allowed him. The doe's bleating stopped abruptly, replaced with soft gurgling sounds as the last of her life left her.

Spyro would eat his fill, then take the larger parts back to the sound to share with his sisters. He knew there was risk in doing this, especially since somebody else could find the fresh kill, but it was better than leaving the whole thing here, and he couldn't drag the whole beast back by himself. Hopefully, with the help of some of the sirens, they could store most of it in the caches.