He recognises the voice, and he recognises the anger in it.

The second he hears it, the beast's ears pin. What the hell has Nymeria done now? His colossal frame shifts into a heavy gallop, his thickly feathered limbs devouring the hard summer ground. He does not know what his twin has done to incite their aunt's ire, but whatever it is, it was probably done in a moment of madness. After all, like Volterra, Nymeria must be experiencing all the aches and pains of being an adult - hormones, impulsiveness, a desire to impress and dominate. Then again, his sibling is an intelligent creature, a viper to Volterra's roaring lion. He cannot see her doing something she didn't fully intend to do. He can't see her making a mistake. As much as the giant doesn't like to consider it, that means this was more than likely a calculated, planned attack, not one of passion and spur-of-the-moment desire.

Equally, though, Ophelia's actions surprise him. The behemoth always considered his aunt to be a refined, stoic creature, above such flashes of temper as this. He did not think her the sort to take out her anger on a mere girl, to swagger onto the battlefield dripping with arrogance and a desire to teach a lesson that isn't hers to teach. The stallion's scarred eyebrow lifts, somewhat displeased at this new side of his aunt - this childish side. She assumes she will crush Nymeria, which is a mistake. The children of the World Eater are strong, fearsomely so, and the giant thinks his sister has a chance. His dam earnt her title with her power and ability to strice menace into the hearts of any she met, so underestimating her or her offspring is a foolish idea.

That doesn't make what Nymeria's done right, though. Why attack a family member without provocation? Volterra can understand rage and a desire to own, but why aim it at such a needless source? Their aunt has never harmed them or displayed a desire to, so Nymeria's actions are ill-advised at best, damned idiotic at worst. She could create war for no other reason than...what, curiosity? "For fuck's sake, Nymeria," the titan growls under his breath, his tail swinging against his powerful hindquarters. What did his twin hope to accomplish by stealing their aunt? The titan draws to a halt near to the battlefield, a hulk of looming muscle and tight black flesh to observe the battle and pick up any pieces.