Oh, he was terribly wrong, and he thinks back to his youthful ignorance with a fond smile. He still prefers sons, as all men do (even if they do not admit it), but there's a special level of adoration he holds for his daughters. Sabre, Valdis and now Vezér have captured the mammoth man's heart, inching their way further and further into his affections until he cannot picture himself not loving them. Just because they lack an appendage between their thighs does not make them useless or disposable, as he once thought - they can hold every bit as much fire in their bellies as his colts, and he is sure their gender will not quell their rise to greatness.

He's softer with them than he is with his sons. He is still a domineering, stern and not very affectionate father to them, but he unwittingly finds himself giving them more leeway than he gives the colts. They're his little darlings, and one flutter of their eyelids can transform even hulking, brooding, monstrous Volterra into a mushy ball of fatherly love.

But they still need to learn valuable life lessons, and sometimes the behemoth's teaching methods can appear...unconventional. Today, his youngest daughter Vezér must learn one of the most important things she'll ever learn - how to avoid predators. And Volterra's more a fan of practice than theory.

He's bonded well with the little cobweb girl since her birth. He adores her, his black heart swollen with love for her, and her potential makes him glow. She is the first child that he actually planned, as a way to tie her mother to him and to create the first part of his harem, and it makes a world of difference to have not been shocked at her arrival. He seeks her out in the forest and takes her from her mother's side with promises of fun, pressing his muzzle to Airlia's shoulder as he does so and reassuring the mare that her child will be returned to her soon, and hopefully in one piece. Then they glide through the forest together, mammoth father and dainty daughter, Volterra's dragons conspicuous in their absence - there's a reason for that.

Finally, they arrive at a suitable clearing, and the beast slows himself. His pace has been punishing, and he looks to the filly to see if she's tired. "Today, Vezér, we are going to learn about predators, and more importantly how to survive them." He flashes his daughter a grin, and even his eyes are warm as he gazes upon her. "Tell me, what do you know about predators?"