Everyone stood motionless.
"That thing's gonna come back! I can't take it anymore! Let's go somewhere far away!" Bianca shouted, who had revived from being unconcious.
"But where?" Spyro asked, looking at her.
"I don't know!" She answered rather hastily.
"I think I know a place... My uncle lives on a farm, it's plenty far away from here," Hunter explained. Spyro looked at him.
"You never told me your uncle lived on a farm!" He said.
"I guess it never came up," Hunter shrugged.
"Well, I'm game, let's go!" Elora said quickly and got up to walk toward the door. After hours of travel, they arrived at an old ranch. There were fields of corn on both sides of a very long driveway. At the end of the dusty driveway, there was a sharp left turn which lead you to a small one story house. It looked exceptionally neat and well taken care of for a house that was out in the middle of nowhere. There was livestock, which included cattle, horses, and a few sheep.
They walked up to the porch and Hunter knocked. A tall, graying old cheetah opened the door and greeted them warmly.
"Hey there, Hunter! Long time no see!" He smiled and gave his nephew a hug.
"Hi Uncle Hubert. This is Spyro, and these are my friends!" Hunter introduced them. Spyro waved.
"Ah, I've heard a lot about you Spyro! How you beat all of those baddies, and always being sure to kick that evil Ripto's a-," Hubert began, but Hunter quickly jumped inside of his house.
"Hey, that's nice! But we're kinda in a serious situation here, uncle," he grinned nervously and waved for his friends to come in as well. Spyro stepped inside and looked around. It was a nice cozy little house, with a fireplace in the living room and a little kitchen off to the left.
"We need to ask you of a big favor," Hunter begged.
"And what's that?" Hubert asked, in a calm and kind tone.
"There's this... Thing trying to kill us, so we wondered if we could stay at your house tonight," Hunter replied, feeling embarrassed.
"Well sure! What is this so-called... 'Thing'?" He remarked, while putting some tea on the kettle.
"We're not sure... But we think it's some type of wolf," Spyro answered. Hubert looked up with a concerned look in his charcoal gray eyes.
"A wolf? You didn't make it follow yer here, did ya? 'Cause that darn wolf will kill all of my livestock before you could say... I don't know!" He said.
"No, I don't think it's going to come back, uncle! We just need a place to get away from the craziness!" Hunter remarked.
"Well, alright then... Why don't you go take yourselves a look around the farm? I'll be on the couch watching TV if you need me," his uncle said and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV, which had those old rabbit-ear antennaes. Spyro and his friends stepped outside.
"I haven't been here for a long time, but I'll try to give you a tour," Hunter said happily and started to walk off toward the horse stables. Everyone followed him, Spyro was in the back. Hunter walked up to a Palomino horse and rubbed its nose.
"This is Butterscotch," he smiled. The horse snorted and kicked its hoof against the ground. "A little temperamental," he added and walked toward the cow pen. While Spyro was following his friends, he could of sworn he had heard some quiet talking in the woods to the right of them. Spyro looked around him and darted into the woods to find the source of the talking. He explored around in the brush, and found nothing. So he turned around and headed back the way he came.
Oddly enough, he ended up at the end of the dusty driveway.
"How'd I get here?" He scratched his head and looked around him. Just corn, and nothing but corn. A brisk wind made the corn stalks sway, the leaves glowing from the moonlight. Suddenly Spyro heard a very loud whisper coming from the field. He whipped around, preparing to see the yellow eyes.
Nothing. Just the dark stalks swaying in the wind. Spyro figured it was just the sounds of the leaves brushing up against the other. He started to walk down the driveway, and began to feel tremendously frightened. Something darted from one corn field, across the driveway, and into the other field again quickly. Not helping his curiousity, he walked over to where it entered the corn and peered through.
Two glowing eyes peered at him, and Spyro backed up quickly, tripping over a rock. A small deer leapt about five feet into the air and hopped off, away from Spyro. He sighed, knowing that it was nothing that would harm him. When he was getting up, a barely audible whistle came from behind him. It seemed to be in the tone of 'My Darling Clementine.'
He didn't dare to look back, and started walking quickly away down the driveway. The whistle grew louder and followed him. Spyro looked back, but saw nothing.
"It's the wind!" He told himself and continued to run away, even though he knew that it was not in fact the wind whistling a complex tune. The whistling suddenly stopped. Spyro stopped running and turned around.
"What do you want?" He yelled. The breeze rattled the corn stalks while Spyro waited for an answer.
"You..." A deep and growling voice muttered.