Oh I get it, you must be from Avalar. Didja track me down to get an autograph... or something more? Spyro stretches, gently pulling himself up with a yawn that gives you full view of his draconic maw, you feel your heart beat a little faster as his tongue licks along his upper teeth. As if on cue, the purple dragon's stomach rumbles. Time for me to go toast a sheep or two... actually, since you're here, why not satisfy a fan's request?