Blacktail Deer Plateau sink into you

A small, young fellow approached Spyridon. He could not have been older than two turns of the moon, and the Epivitoras studied him with curiosity. Spyro searched the landscape for some sign of a guardian, but none was to be found. Was this why Ankyra Sound had been able to steal all their children? Because they were so easily found wandering alone? Fortunately for the spawn in front of him, Spyridon had not been instructed to scout out young blood. In the coming months, the sound would bring to life its own sprites and spawn. They would not need the sullied blood of others.

The child spoke a single, questioning word, canting his head toward the herd that had disappeared into his own land. The language barrier prevented Spyridon from knowing exactly what the spawn was saying, so the Epivitoras merely shrugged his shoulders and pulled back one side of his lips in a puzzled manner, indicating that he hadn't a clue what was said.