Ankyra Sound burned alive

“Σας ευχαριστώ, αδελφή,” Spyridon replied, his sea-green eyes never daring to lift from their place on her feet. For Spyridon, there was only one way to do anything, and that was using everything he had to do his very best. Anything else would have been an insult to the sirens, something he certainly did not wish to do. They were his life.

If Spyro was ever to be given freedom, he would not know what to do with it. His whole life had been spent serving The Nereides, and anything else would have been blasphemy. Even if they all left him here alone, he would probably continue to defend their territory and capture strangers to continue its legacy. Even his time between Hippo Tang Cove and Ankyra Sound had had purpose, as he was simply moving from one place to another. A normal wolf might've missed his birth family, but Spyro did not have such feelings. This was his home now, until somebody told him otherwise.

She left abruptly, likely to attend to much more important matters, and Spyro went about his day.