Ankyra Sound [m] dirty laundry

Thanks for joining, you two. :)

Spyridon wasn't sure when the elk had gained the additional injury, but he too caught the scent of blood. It would only make things easier for them to take down the thing, as was the way of the world. Pan, a newer (yet thankfully sea-aware) wolf joined him first, followed by one he did not know. Much like himself, Pan had been sent by another faction of sea sisters, and he had grown up in the world that Spyridon had always known, even if it was miles and miles apart. They had been born into the same culture, and Spyro was happy for that. It meant there was less to teach him, less to worry about.

The other male that had joined them was... more complicated. Like many of the consorts, he lacked the language of the sea. When he muttered a word, Spyro gave him a puzzled look, then began the hunt as he had intended to. With his muzzle, the Epivitoras pointed the newcomer to the left, then to Pan spoke a soft, "Μείνετε εδώ. Θα ξέρετε πότε να σπάσει." Spyro intended to trick the elk into believing that only two wolves were after her. Once that was achieved, Pan could rush the creature and let her know that she'd been had.

Spyridon gave the newcomer a glance, then began to trot toward the bleating creature, head low and eyes locked on the prize. His hunting partner would have to work mainly on instinct and body language, seeing as they could not hope to shout commands at one another. Spyridon had always worked better without words, anyway, so it was no loss for him. As they neared the creature, he began to speed up his pace, glancing briefly to Reek to make sure he was in position. Hopefully, they could herd the creature back toward Pan and make the kill.