The snake knew that other dragon had left to fetch more to help the meal he had just eaten, and if he wanted to keep this meal, he would have to flee as quickly as possible. With Spyro still squirming and begging to be set free, the snake slithered back into the water, almost dropping down to the lake bed with the added weight of Spyro. Swimming through the water, the snake made his way to his den with his captured dragon snack.

The snake emerged on the other side of the lake and looked back towards the spot where he had his dinner. As expected, the black dragon had returned with four other dragons that could easily overpower him and take his meal away, as well as end his own life to get the dragon in his belly. Spyro whimpered, starting to accept his fate as snake chow, pushing on the stomach walls that squeezed his body. The snake purred softly and slipped into the dense forest.

Finally, the snake reached his den without incidence and slipped into his home, curling up around his stomach bulge, listening to Spyro inside. He still didn't know what to do with the little dragon. A meal this tasty would be such a waste if he digested him. He'd miss the flavor, and the tight rump of the dragon. However, if he let him go, he'd miss out on the nutrients. The dragon might also escape. But then again, he might be so traumatized that the snake could bend him to do his bidding...