It was just under an hour or so since his encounter with the pig-like king when his own stomach began to rumble for food.
Spyro paused mid step at the sensation, setting his lifted foot down as he turned his gaze upwards; with all these buildings around him and so many people populating the city, there had to be some form of tavern nearby…sadly, despite all the colorful and brightly-lit signs (some of which showcased food), he couldn't tell which one of them was one.
He then turned his gaze back to his back, where Petunia currently laid in silence; whether she was asleep or just being quiet, he couldn't tell, so he ended up poking her in the cheek with his wing-thumb to stir her from her state of droopiness.
"Wake up." Spyro told her as he gently prodded her, earning a soft moan of displeasure. "I need your help to find a tavern for a meal."
Petunia cracked an eye open to look at him.
"You can't be serious." she muttered lamely. "How can you have any appetite right now? After what we just witnessed?"
To that, the dragon simply shrugged. "I hunger. Simple as."
Petunia could only groan as she sat up on his back, looking about the area. She surveyed the scene until she spotted what she was looking for.
"That building at the end of the corner is a diner." She told him, pointing to the building at the far end of the block. "The one with the big red words on top of it."
Spyro nodded before turning to head in that direction, his long tail swishing in an arc that nearly knocked over a number of passing sinners; said sinners gave him a few swear words and rude gestures in return, but he ignored them and continued on his way.
Had Spyro been more familiar with human history and styles, he would've recognized the building they approached as a classic 50s/60s style sci-fi diner, complete with chrome walls and neon rims, albeit with far more demonic features than the ones on earth, such as fiery pentagrams and horned skull decorations, along with what appeared to be a flying saucer with demonic runes on it embedded into the roof of the place. The large letters built above the door read out the words 'The Brimstone Bite' in red neon. Windows into the diner showed that there were already a number of demons inside, both Sinner and Hellborn alike, eating their meals in surprising peace and quiet, as opposed to the rowdiness of most of hell locations.
Lowering his head, he pushed the door open with it and slipped through the doorway; first thing he noticed was a rush of air that was pleasantly cooler than outside, accompanied by a jingle of a bell from above.
"Take a seat and we'll be right with ya." A gruff male voice called from the back called.
Spyro overlooked the seats they had available; one of the disadvantages to being a quadruped was that most seats in the mortal world weren't built for one of his kind. Looks like it was the floor again; With a bit of prodding, Petunia took a seat at one of the stools at the main bar while Spyro simply sat down on the floor like a dog would.
"Ember! Stop playing on your phone!" The same voice from before bleated angrily, much like a goat would. "We got another customer!"
The female creature standing at the bar's front, what looked like a fox hellhound with horns and a candle between them, growled in frustration as she put her phone into her jeans pocket. "I heard the bell! I got it!" She shouted back, picking up a pair of menus for the two, which she handed to Petunia and Spyro. "Let me know when you're ready to order."
"Sure…" Petunia muttered lifelessly, taking one of the menus and handing it to the dragon behind her, who took it in his mouth before setting in on the ground in front of him, looking it over before settling on what looked the most appetizing.
"I'll have this." The dragon stated, tapping his claw on an image of what appeared to be a giant bloody pile of raw meat and dismembered bodies piled into a large bowl. "Largest version you have."
The hellhound, 'Ember', nodded, writing down the order in a notepad. "One Glutton-Sized Canni-Bowl, coming right up." She stated out loud, before turning to Petunia, who was notably several shades paler than her usual palette, her wide eyes looking over the more demonic dishes with a heavy amount of fear and disgust. "What about you, long ears?"
"Uhhhhh…I-I-I have the tuna salad sandwich. Small, I-I guess." She murmured uncertainly, before adding a quick 'please' at the end.
Ember nodded. "Will be done in a sec." She told them as she ripped out the piece of paper from the notepad and placed it on the hook hanging over the kitchen window.
As they waited, Spyro took the moment to overlook the hellborn before him…the obviously mixed hellborn, at that: she was one of the humanoid canine hellborns, the Hellhounds if he recalled correctly, one that resembled a humanoid fox with a shorter snout and deep-red fur with pale-orange highlights. She had a large, fluffy tail akin of a fox's that flowed behind her, as well as black fur on her paws, that matched the spiky black hair that covered her head. However, she also possessed features from the goat demons, the Baphomets, such as a pair of hooves for her hind-feet, a pair of long goat-horns growing from the back of her head and a long candle with an orange flame sitting between them. Her eyes were a sharp golden color, and she wore an outfit that consisted of a black t-shirt with a metal band logo on the front, a pair of tattered jeans, and a spiky dog collar.
She reminded Spyro a little bit of Elora.
…he wondered how she was doing in all this.
His thoughts regarding his friend were interrupted by a loud, sloppy sound of bloodied meat being slapped together; he glanced up to see another hellborn, a large pale-lavender Baphomet in a bloodied chef's apron placed a tire-sized bowl of meat and body-parts on the counter, wiping his brow with the back of his wrist. The sheer size of the bowl had even Spyro's eyes widening in surprise: what mortal creature could possibly eat that much in one go?
"Whew! Glutton's Canni-Bowl ready!" He said in the voice that Spyro had heard when he had first entered the diner. "Think you can handle it, Ember?"
"Got it, dad." Ember stated as she raised a single hand, the palm of which ignited with an open orange flame: a whoosh of the same-colored fire surrounded the bowl and weightlessly lifted it off the counter. It wobbled in the air for a moment, the hellhound hybrid clearly struggling to keep it steady, before it hovered through the air and set on the ground right in front of Spyro.
It was all Petunia could do to keep from throwing up again, the rabbit visibly gagging at the sight. "How…how is that a 'dish'?!" She exclaimed. "That's literally a pile of corpses!"
Ember shrugged. "It's what Cannibals like to eat." She stated simply, as the common knowledge of Hell it was. "And dragons too, apparently."
Sure enough, while Petunia had been objecting to it, Spyro had already began helping himself to it; he snapped up a large cut of flesh and tore it free in a wolf-life manner, ripping off a bloody chunk and downing it in a few swallows. Poor Petunia went green in the face at the sight of it, turning away to bury her face in her menu.
The fox/goat demon chuckled at the sight. "New down here, huh?" She asked.
"Arrived just this morning." Spyro said between bites, not missing a beat.
"Yeah, thought so." She placed a much smaller plate with a simple tuna-salad sandwich in front of the rabbit, who could only briefly glance at it before shaking her head no, her appetite completely dead at this point. "Word of advice? Get used to everything down here as soon as you can; it's all you guys will have to look forward to for the rest of eternity. So, the sooner you do, the easier it'll be."
Spyro grunted as if in agreement, but his eyes burned with a defiant flame.
Not if he had anything to say about it.
Petunia sighed, finally working up the nerve to pull herself out of the false sense of security of hiding her face. Not wanting to deal with another moment of this, as well as looking for anything to distract her from the sound (and smell) of tearing flesh, she decided to risk the potential of the dark realm's cuisine, bracing herself for all sorts of nastiness as she dared to take a small bite of her sandwich.
What she got, she did not expect at all.
"It's good."
Spyro paused, halting mid-tear into the abdomen of the sinner as he glanced up in confusion. He saw the rabbit staring at her sandwich, now one small bite less than it had been seconds before, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?"
"This sandwich…it's actually good." She repeated, staring at her lunch in stunned surprise. "In a nice way, too. Not just in taste."
The dragon cocked his head in confusion. "Were you expecting otherwise?"
"I was expecting some sort of horrible mockery of everything I knew of the word sandwich." Petunia told him, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "A taste straight out of the pits of hell, and perhaps from contents never meant to be put between two slices of bread. Sure, it's nothing from the gardens of Eden, but it's something simply new, not horrible." She took another nibble, this time chewing slowly. "It's a little spicy, but apart from that, it's…nice."
"That's the key to running a successful business down here." The lavender goat-demon stated as he cleaned one of his butcher knives with his apron. "Make food that people will actually want to eat." He set the knife down. "Most restaurants that indulge in nastier practices don't last very long, unless it's one of those sick-ass places for people that are actually into at. Another word of advice: don't eat anything that advertised to be from Lust: that ain't Mayonnaise, if you know what I mean."
"Please, not when I'm trying to eat." Petunia begged, to which Spyro scoffed a chuckle.
The next couple of minutes were spent in peace, the only sounds to be heard being the natural ambiance of the diner, disrupted only by the occasional sounds of the outside chaos whenever someone either entered or left the building. As he ate, Spyro couldn't help but take notice that his mere presence wasn't being so much as acknowledged by the Sinners or Hellborns around him; even with his head partially buried in the flesh of his meal and blood dripping from his maw, they didn't so much as bat an eye at him. The only thing he got was the occasional curious glance every now and then, but apart from that he was completely ignored.
Truly just another face in the crowd.
Such a strange feeling, indeed.
The dragon gave a satisfied sigh after he swallowed the last bite of meat, his belly finally filled and content, his long, forked tongue curling out to wipe the blood from his lips and teeth. Petunia, meanwhile, daintily wiped the bits of sandwich from her face with a napkin.
"You've gotta big stomach for a demon your size, purps." Ember told Spyro as she took their plates with her Pyrokinesis. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone finish a Glutton-sized portion in one go."
"My belly's bigger than you think." Spyro stated simply, grooming himself like a cat would.
"Here's hoping your wallet's just as big." Ember's father said flatly as he rang up the register. "Because your total comes to one hundred and twenty souls."
A heavy weight settled in Petunia's stomach when that realization came to her: she had been so focused on everything else, from her own hunger and the disgust of Spyro's carnivorous ways, that she hadn't thought about paying. She doubted they took heaven's currency down here, and she knew that Spyro couldn't-
"Will this cover it?"
She blinked in surprise when Spyro suddenly spoke up, stepping up to the counter and lifting himself back up on his hind legs, his left forepaw grabbing onto the counter's top for stability while he reached forward with his right. A golden light emanated from his palm, and from said light fell half-a-dozen gold coins, which lightly clattered against the counter's surface.
Ember's eyes went wide with shock at the sight of them.
"You can make gold?!" She exclaimed aloud.
Only the second after did she realize her mistake, covering her mouth with her hands.
Every eye in the diner was on the dragon at that exclamation; all the Sinners and Hellborn who had been minding their own business turned to look at Spyro with varying levels of ill-intent, the glint of greed shining in all of their eyes. Petunia's ears lowered in dread as she outright shrunk down in her seat, trying to hide from all the greedy stares aimed their way. Spyro, however, glared right back with eyes that glowed themselves, a deep growl rumbling from behind bared teeth; a thorough warning to back off.
Sadly, warnings are wasted on the foolish: a group of four demons stood up from their seats and began to advance towards the dragon, some of them brandishing weapons while others summoned their individual powers. Spyro dropped back down to all fours and turned to face his approaching foes, his shackles raising as he growled angrily.
"That's a cool ability you got there, scaly." One demon, a large mastiff Hellhound said as he drew a large knife from his belt. His greasy stare fell upon Petunia, who cowered in fear. "And a cute partner you've got there as well. Be a real shame if something were to happen to her."
"Here's the deal." Another large demon, a Minotaur, said as he pulled out a massive, cannon-like pistol and aimed it directly at Spyro's forehead. "You're gonna be our personal bank and spill out as much gold as you can. In return, we won't turn your rabbit into our personal cum sock."
"No promises." One of the smaller demons, one who resembled a humanoid mantis, chuckled.
A heavy fist slammed onto the counter, sending a loud ring throughout the diner.
"Not in my building, you don't!" Ember's father shouted, stomping forward until he was between the dragon and the demons who meant him harm. "I warned you lot already: I will not have you idiots making a wreck of my diner! Now get out before I have your asses thrown out!"
"Shut it, you fucking shit!" The mantis snarled before promptly striking the goat with one of his long claws, slashing a large gash across his chest and knocking him to the floor.
"DAD!" Ember cried, jumping over the counter and running to his side.
"GET LOST, BITCH!" A fourth demon, a hybrid between an imp and a baphomet, shouted as he summoned a fireball in his hand and threw it at the hellhound hybrid as if it was a baseball.
Spyro snorted, eyes flashing orange; the fireball was suddenly extinguished, dissipating into harmless smoke.
"The fuck-?!" Was all the imp/baphomet got to say before his organs suddenly burst into crimson-red flames from the inside out; he screamed bloody murder and a bout of flames as he was literally cooked alive from the inside out, thrashing and kicking wildly on the floor until his fireproof skin sank to the floor, emptied and billowing out ash.
"JEREMY!" The mantis demon cried out dramatically.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" The Minotaur roared as he whirled upon the dragon, re-aiming his cannon-gun at him and firing it at point-blank range; a loud crack exploded through the diner, followed by the sound of crushing metal; the latter was caused by the now-crumbled can-sized bullet that fell to the floor with a clatter, leaving the dragon's forehead completely unharmed and the minotaur to recoil in shock. "What the hell?!" Was all he managed to get out before a blur of purple and gold slammed into him horns-first, throwing the large bull demon off his hooves and through the air, sending him crashing into the diner's far-wall so forcefully that he left a large crater in it, slumping lifelessly to the ground. The trail of blood leaking from his mouth told everyone that he would not be getting up anytime soon.
"All talk and nothing more." Spyro snarled as he backed up, rage burning in his eyes and mouth alike, tongues of flame licking out from between his teeth as he turned his attention to the last two demons.
The mastiff hellhound gave a bellow of anger and rushed the dragon, swinging a large metal pipe he pulled out from behind his back. Spyro merely stood there and took the blow to the head, not even flinching from the pathetic impact that didn't even dent his scales; the dragon then shifted his body and swung his tail in a whipping fashion, the heavy tail-blade on the end striking the hound in the wrists. The hound howled in pain as the bones in his arms were shattered like glass, the pipe dropping from limp hands that were hanging at a very unnatural angle. The tail then swung again, this time smacking the hellhound across the face; the head spun around a full three hundred degrees with a sickening crunch of neck-bones, the eyes staring blankly into the void as the body fell like the sack of flesh it was.
Spyro gave a satisfied snort before turning to the mantis demon, who looked ready to shit his pants. The dragon barely made a move toward him before he took off for the door, opening his wings and flying as fast as they would carry him.
It wasn't nearly fast enough.
The mantis demon didn't even have time to reach the door when he was seized in a cloud-like aura of purple and magenta magic, freezing his body in place. Everyone looked over to see Spyro standing there, the grooves of his horns glowing with the same color as the magic aura. The dragon growled in anger before his horns flashed with light, and the Sinner's body was suddenly twisted several times around, as if he was wringing out a towel. He then tossed the permanently-disfigured corpse out the doors, where it landed in the street with a bloody splatter.
Spyro gave an animalistic growl of satisfaction, the glow of his eyes returning to normal as he looked about the scene he had been forced to make.
Then he sent a glare to the rest of the diner and every other demon who had taken an interest in him.
Every single eye that had once gleamed with greed was now filled with fear, and all it took was that one look to dissuade any remaining thoughts of causing trouble. Every demon in the diner quickly went back to their meals, eating them with hurried gusto or at least pretending to, no further intention to try to take the dragon's gold even touching their minds. Satisfied, Spyro turned away and looked back as his companions to see Ember and Petunia shakily helping the former's dad to his hooves, moving him to sit on one of the counter stools.
"We're so sorry about all this!" Petunia apologized profusely (to which Spyro snorted softly). "We didn't mean for this to happen!"
"It's fine. It wasn't your fault." Ember's father assured them. "Those idiots aren't the first to start something in my diner, and sadly won't be the last. I know that for a fact."
"Just another day in Hell, huh?" Spyro asked with a hint of humor in his voice, earning a scolding glare from Petunia.
The old Baphomet, however, simply gave a chuckle. "Pretty much." He said before giving a harsh cough, blood sprinkling from his mouth and across his apron.
"Oh dear." Petunia said worryingly at the sight of even more blood, fluttering over to Ember's father; she wasn't sure if healing blessing of light would work on Hellspawn, but there was no reason she couldn't try, and he needed the help. Placing one hand on the old goat's shoulder, she quietly whispered a Prayer of Healing to herself, asking the light from above to heal the wounds of this unfortunate soul. And surprisingly to everyone there (minus Spyro), it actually worked: a warm light enveloped the wound across his chest, and before their eyes it healed completely, leaving not so much as a scar behind.
Ember's dad sighed with relief from the pain. "Thanks, little bunny." He said gratefully.
Petunia blinked, not expecting to be thanked by a Hellborn creature of all things.
"S-Sure thing." She stammered uncertainly, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
"As for you, purps." Ember told Spyro as she turned to face him. "I'm sure you're tough stuff; you've proved that just now. But if I were you, I'd keep that certain ability of yours secret."
"You're the one you announced it to the entire diner." Spyro stated flatly.
"I know, I know, and I'll say my bad for it." Ember said with a wave of her hand. "But whether you're making gold or just have a lot of it somewhere, there's a lot of people down here who would do anything to get their hands on that kind of cash. Some of whom you may not be able to fight back against so easily. Okay?"
The dragon stayed quiet for a moment, mulling it over, before ultimately nodding in acceptance. "Very well."
"Good boy." The hellhound/baphomet hybrid stated, patting him on the head, much to his bemusement. She then looked between the two. "So, what do you plan to do now?"
"First thing, we need to find a place to spend the night." Spyro told her and her father. "You guys wouldn't happen to know of any taverns that provide rooms to stay?"
The two looked at each other in both confusion (at the term 'tavern') and concern.
"Well…I don't think you guys will have much luck in that regard." Ember's dad told him. "All the hotels in Pentagram City are packed with Sinners trying to hide during Extermination Day; I'd be impressed if you two can find a room even in the cheaper stuff this time of year."
Spyro cocked his head to the side. "Extermination Day? What's that?"
"Right, you two are new…well, Extermination Day is the yearly event where the Exorcists from heaven come down and slay the Sinners." The goat demon explained to Spyro (unaware of the look of confused horror Petunia was giving him). "You see, Sinners are naturally immortal due to this being their eternal punishment, and as a result Hell's had a bit of an overpopulation problem in recent decades. That's where the exterminations come in: the angels slay as many Sinners as they can to lower the population."
Spyro looked more intrigued than anything else. "What about the Hellborns, like you guys?"
"Oh, we'll be fine." Ember assured him. "The Extermination is kept exclusively in the Pride Ring, so we Hellborn can head down to the lower rings of Hell to ride it out." Her tail began to wag in excitement. "Dad and I have plans to visit the Feast Festival in Gluttony this year."
"Sounds tasty." The dragon commented.
"You want my advice? Either get out of the city for a few days or find somewhere deep underground. Heck, even the likes of Serial Killer Summit would be a better place to hide; at least there, a death isn't by angelic blade. Something like that is your best bet to surviving Extermination if you can't get a hotel room."
"We'll keep that in mind." Spyro said simply as he turned to the door, beckoning the rabbit to follow; she almost didn't notice, so deep in thought she was, and she stumbled over herself to catch up to him. The dragon pushed the doors open with his head and slipped through them in a serpentine manner, his cherub companion following right behind him. The dragon gave a deep breath of satisfaction before continuing on his mission to find a way to escape from this place.
Petunia, however, remained quiet during the entire interaction and exit, her brow furrowed in troubled thought. A Yearly Extermination? Overpopulation? Exorcists? Slaying the Sinners?
What in the Three Realms of the Afterlife had they been talking about?
It turned out their assumptions had been correct, after all.
The entire city. Spyro and Petunia spent the entire rest of the day searching the entire city within the Pentagram, looking for a place to spend the night; from the grandest and most expensive of hotels to the cheapest and nastiest of motels, they searched every inch of the city: from Cannibal Town to the Porn District, from Imp City to the Ars Goetia territories. But for all their efforts, it turned out to be for naught. Every public place had been booked to the brim, with not a single room available for them.
"Well, that went about as well as I expected…" Petunia muttered as she sat on the park bench, ears and wings dropping from the lack of strength needed to lift them, exhausted from the day's events.
Spyro merely grunted in acknowledgement, laying across the grassy hill behind the bench in a snake-like manner, his limbs laying stretched out behind him.
It had been hours since they had left the diner, and no progress had been made on finding any form of help or shelter, be it from the Goetias or anyone else. It seemed no one had the room to spare for them, or if they did, they were either too bitter or too manipulative to give it to them; there was one sinner, he recalled with distaste, that claimed to have room at his place and would let them stay, but only Petunia gave him something called a 'blow-job'. Spyro didn't know what a blow-job was, but he could smell the wretched stench of sexual desire radiating off of the sinner's body, so it wasn't hard to guess what it entailed.
He promptly castrated the sinner with his claws for making such a loathsome demand.
A brightly-colored object soared overhead, prompting the dragon to glance up after it. It was a Frisbee, which was soon caught by a young hellhound pup, who ran back to his dad for another round of fetch. Both he and Petunia watched the scene curiously, the latter taken slightly aback by the wholesomeness of it.
Following that, the two finally took a look at their surroundings; of the park they had taken a break in. The wind, while just a tiny bit warmer than what they were both used to, still blew pleasantly through the leaves of the tall, beautiful trees of crimson leaves and the rusty-red grass, creating the wave effects across the hillside. Across said hillside, there were a number of Hellborn just going about what they probably saw as a pleasant day, not a single Sinner in sight: The hellhound father playing fetch with his son, a family of imps having a picnic, A pair of cannibals walked hand in hand down the walkway, looking like a scene straight out of an old musical. Birds sang in the trees, insects chirped in the underbrush, and the light of the pentagram shone down outright gently upon the earth.
Far away from the chaos and carnage of the city, and the evil and corruption of the human souls that were Sinners, it was outright picture-ese.
"This is Hell?" Petunia finally murmured, looking as lost as a young child. "It's so…so…"
"Normal?" Spyro asked as he lifted his head up to where he was looking over the back of the bench, staring out over the scenery. "One might say even pleasant, were in not for the Sinner souls themselves?" When all the rabbit could do was nod, he gave a snort of satisfaction. "Now you see what I mean by having broken expectations of this realm?"
"I do." Petunia said as she watched a pair of Cannibal kids run by, balloons in their hands and happy smiles on their faces. "All my life, I thought Hell was this place of eternal torture and horrors. Somewhere no one would ever want to end up…but in all honestly, the only negative thing I've seen all this time has been the depraved souls here. Take them out of the picture, and this place could actually be nice…a-as much as it would be heresy to say so."
"This can't be a Realm of Damnation. Not the one I'm familiar with." Spyro stated simply, eyes gleaming with the red light of the pentagram. "There may be demonic influences about, but the only suffering seen here are those brought upon by the choices and desires of the Sinners already here. Take them out of the picture, and this would be no different than simple Purgatory."
"I-I'm outright stumped on what to make of all of it." The rabbit murmured.
"I, at least, take satisfaction knowing that the ones who cursed me did so to the wrong realm." Spyro said with a touch of humor in his voice.
Petunia smiled at that. "And I guess I can take satisfaction that Deerie's plan to get rid of me didn't work the way she intended." She said to herself.
Spyro cocked an eye-ridge at that. "You really hate your boss, don't you?"
The cherub shook her head. "Hate is such a strong word." She said in an almost lecturing manner. "It's more that I-EEP!"
She was cut off when something black, furry, and as big as she was jumped out of the nearby bushes and landed gracefully on the bench next to her, causing her to jump in alarm.
Spyro tilted his head in curiosity at the sight of the new creature that had made itself known. It was a black tuxedo cat, with a white underbelly and face, though a rather peculiar one: rather than a normal face with a mouth, nose, etc, it had one giant eyeball in the middle of its face. It also had a very long tail, ending in a large puff of fur that almost looked like the toothy-end of a key. Around its neck was a red collar with a gold nametag, meaning that it was someone's pet.
"N-N-Nice k-k-kitty…" Petunia stammered as she scooted away, sweat running down her forehead.
Spyro looked confused at her behavior. "Calm down, it's just a cat."
"Calm down?! Cats eat rabbits!" She hissed quietly. "How am I supposed to calm down?!"
"You're a rabbit cherub, not an animal rabbit. There is a difference." Spyro stated simply. "Besides, it doesn't even have a mouth to eat you with."
The cyclops cat merely stared at Petunia for a few seconds before deciding Spyro was more interesting; stepping around the flustered cherub, it leapt up onto the back of the bench and stared at the dragon, staring at him with a curious look in its single eye. Spyro, meanwhile, pulled his limbs back to his sides and lifted his head up off the ground to stare right back with a similar look in his eyes, cocking his head slightly.
This stare between critters lasted for about a minute before the cat turned away and hopped down the bench, first landing on the seat before hopping down to the ground before trotting down the park's path in the almost aloof manner that only cats did. However, when it got far enough away, it stopped and looked back at them expectantly, standing there with that same one-eyed stare.
Then, as if it couldn't get any more confusing, Spyro got up on all fours and began to head towards it.
"What are you doing?" Petunia asked.
"I think she's wants us to follow her." Spyro told her as he paused mid-step, motioning his head towards the cat.
Petunia looked skeptical. "How can you tell?"
"She told me so." Simple as that. The rabbit paused in confusion for a moment.
"Alright, but why should we follow 'her' anyway?" She then asked, still wary of the hell creature.
"Because we literally have nothing else to do and no other plans going forward." The dragon said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Might as well see what she wants." And much to her displeasure, Petunia found him right. So, with a heavy sigh, she lifted her aching wings and took to the air again, following Spyro as he in turn continued to follow their newest companion.