Through the pounding rain and rumble of distant thunder, he smells mare.

If anything, the moisture in the air sharpens his senses and makes the woman's heady odour even more intoxicating to his simple, simple mind. His dragons, sensing the oh-so-familiar twitches inside his head, disappear beneath the gently lapping pond for longer than they ever have before. They're gone for so long that he can feel their lungs constricting as the air drains from them, and the brute's throat twitches on their behalf as they begin to fight for breath beneath the crushing weight of the water....

Then, in an eruption of red and gold, they emerge on the far side of the pool. They are now close enough that they can keep an eye on their bonded, but far enough away that he has some privacy away from their sharp, judgemental gazes.

They know him far too well.

His massive, skull-free head turns to eye the mare as she comes into his visual range. She is...well, there are no words to quite describe her. Small, but perfectly formed. There is something about her, something that radiates beauty and power, fire and sun and danger, something that draws him like a foolish moth to a burning flame. She nears, drinking from the lake as though oblivious to the heat of his gaze that rasps across each muscle, each curve, each delectable, delicious sinew of her. Come to think of it, he recognises her - had she been the one to drop a fireball on one of the Rift gods whilst he fought it with tooth and hoof?

A small grin twitches at the corner of his jowls. Ah, he really is playing with fire, then.

But what is Volterra if not bold? He takes a daring step forwards, closing the distance between them by a few inches. "I know you," comes the heavy, earth-shaking rumble of his voice, his head cocking ever so slightly to scrutinise her. He makes no effort to hide the lust in his eyes or the hungry tensing of his muscles - covering his emotions is not something the young stallion claims to be good at, so why bother trying it? "You helped in the fights against the Rift creatures." And she'd certainly made an entrance - he can almost feel the searing heat of her fireball scorching against his mortal flesh.