Chapter 7: Play
"Okay, the Death Hound has our scent." Flame instructed quickly to Spyro, Grayson, Coltrane, and a few other dragons while playing a game that has been known to every little dragon in the temple, "Everyone has to run from it. If you get caught, then it's your turn to be the Hound."
Spyro and a few other dragons perked up when they heard barking bouncing off the walls of the temple. Obviously, the young dragon that was playing the hound-like carnivore was close by.
Flame playfully shouted, "Run!"
The little dragons then took off running through the halls, hearing the barking noises of the dragon chasing them. As they ran, Spyro tripped on a rock and fell to the floor while the other dragons quickly scurried away. The purple dragon rose up and shook his head for a moment, ready to stand back up to his feet.
"Mmm! Dinnah!" a playful voice exclaimed, as a small blue dragon emerged from the corner of the hallway and ran towards Spyro. She was an Artisan dragon; a little smaller than Spyro. On her white horns were a pair of pink barrettes and small ridge of purple spikes ran down from her head to the tip of her tail.
Spyro gasped when the blue Artisan leapt at him and gently knocked the little purple dragon over. The little purple dragon looked at the dragon who stood on top of him, curious and suprised at the same time.
The blue Artisan, Ami, giggled, "You're it!" She leapt off of Spyro and scurried away over to where Flame and the others are standing, "Spyro's it!"
Spyro climbed up to his feet and looked at Ami for a moment, before he laughed and started to chase after his friends as fast as he could as the Death Hound.
