Unusually, it is not Volterra himself who detects the presence of the mare. Usually, he's quick to realise that a woman is nearby; his greatest weakness, his kryptonite. But today, he's more relaxed than usual - his life has settled into a relatively happy rhythm, fueled by his recent successes on the battlefield and his knowledge that he's soon to rise above his peers once the time is right for him to seize a herd. When he has so much else to focus on, he does not find himself quite as obsessed with indulging his most basic of urges. He is still quite an opportunist, and if the chance to bed a woman presents itself then he will be sure to take it, but he rarely finds time these days to go out searching for it.

No, it is Vadir - facing the opposite way to him as she lounges upon his back, lazily scorching nearby flies - who spots the approaching equine. She lifts her proud, royal head and scrutinises the mare through piercing red eyes, before transmitting an image to her mammoth bonded. He turns, a slow and cumbersome movement given his size, until his feral gaze can rest upon her. She's a pretty little thing, young like himself but most certainly a woman, with a strange dog-creature at her heels. Vadir fixes the hellhound with her piercing stare, deciding whether it is edible, before deciding it's far too hot to summon the energy to attack - besides, her belly is full from her previous hunt.

The mare speaks, and the brute's ears naturally venture forwards to scoop up her words. Is it just his imagination, or is she looking at him? He is quick to return the favour, his eyes roaming freely and shamelessly across each and every curve of her body. She remarks on Vérzés' similarity to the crimson falls behind, and the stallion releases an earth-shaking chuckle. She asks about his bondeds, and suddenly both dragons are interested; they love to hear him talk about them. "They are dragons - the most fearsome predators in all the land. As well as their claws and teeth, they have an affinity for a variety of elemental breaths, so it is wise to offer them respect at all times." He flashes a wolfish grin, and Vadir makes a sound similar to a cat's purr. "I am Volterra, who might you be?" He glances at her with evident interest.