Day or Night

Spyridon had always been, and always would be, more defensive than aggressive. He had been trained this way, and he was not likely to change unless ordered to attack. With all the hubbub surrounding the Duskfire wolves and their ilk, he had upped his patrol of the borders in hopes of heading them off should they think to bother the sisters. And there was Aella to attend to, who needed food and care whenever he could manage it. She was slowly getting better, but it would be some time before she regained her strength back to what it had once been.

The Epivitoras marched (as was his typical fashion) to one of the many streams that trickled through the sound, only to spot the pristine white coat of a sister he had seen, yet not interacted with directly as of yet. No doubt she was one of Caiaphas's recruits. Knowing part of his duty was to be familiar with the sisters, Spyro chuffed to gain her attention.