Ankyra Sound like an egyptian

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Spyridon was worried for the future of the sound, though he had not voiced these concerns outright. They were not his to worry about, even if he did so. It was his job to protect. It was his job to teach the spawn. It was his job to do whatever the queen and her sisters asked of him. Anything else was beyond him. If they did not ask him to worry, he knew he should not. But even Spyridon had limits as to what he could restrain himself from doing. It was also his job to ensure that the sisters were well and that their land was safe. And so he worried for them.

When an unfamiliar, albeit distinctly Ankyra Sound, scent caught his attention, Spyro immediately began to track it down. It was not a sister he knew, but one that he knew he could assist in some way. The sisters often needed assisting with various tasks. Spyridon had been hungry for such work since the incident with Nishu and his wretched "other."

He approached her slowly, letting out a soft "woof," to announce his presence.