Spyros felt uneasy about moving in under this new king. He had portrayed those who left as traitors and was having a hard time not wanting to attack them. He didn't trust Xerxes one bit and really only talked to those from the old pack, and followed his own rule, and cinna's word, he didn't always like cinna but trusted him more than some random king. Maybe that made him too stubborn but he was adamant on taking care of his own kind, those who he viewed trust worthy, his pack so to say. As far as he was concerned none of these new soturies were part of the same pack as him. He shook himself out, he had been staying at the edge of the pack and avoiding most sots. He sat on limb and looked out, towards the mountains.
Planet Oscora