"You controlled it."

The mammoth's baritone voice remains monotone and devoid of the telltale uplift that would hint at curiosity - it's as though he is simply remarking on the weather. Truthfully, though, he is curious. He came to the Deep Forest because it is a favoured place of his, a land where he is the hunter alongside his crimson king of a dragon. They search the eerie shadows of the trees for prey, as Volterra's sheer size and brute strength allow him to bring down animals far larger than the red could usually target. With an abundance of meat, that leaves Vérzés free to train alongside his behemoth bonded, so they can strengthen their minds and bodies both ready for the full adulthood that beckons them like a siren in the night. The duo had been stalking a massive bull elk when their conjoined eyes had found the familiar figure of the black unicorn from the bear and wolf fight, and their limbs had brought them closer, unbidden.

Vérzés, with his dragon's eye for a trinket, had seen the sparkling item in the tree and had swooped to collect it, but a squirrel had darted in front of him. Watching through his companion's eyes, the colt had been puzzled - why would a squirrel target something that it cannot eat, even darting in front of a predator to do so? Vérzés disappeared after the squirrel through the trees, because he isn't likely to pass up an easy meal, whilst on the ground Volterra noticed the young unicorn stallion concentrating hard. That was when he had linked the two and spoken aloud, as his sharp mind came to the conclusion of magic. The magic to control another living creature, even one as small as a squirrel...the giant's heart thumps at the mere thought of it, the potential of it.

Admittedly it isn't as cool as being able to spike someone up the ass with a spire of pointed stone, but it comes closer than most other magics Volterra has witnessed.

The colossus wanders closer, glancing at the older male with an impassive eye. They had fought on the same side during the God battles; in the bear one especially, Volterra's slam to the beast's side had aided the unicorn's ability to spear it. Battle-brothers; the colt had been too preoccupied after the battle on his lack of gifts to be inclined to speak to his fellow victors, but now he has stumbled across a compatriot with all the time in the world to converse.