He stood still and observant of the lands before him. They hand't been here long, and he really hadn't left his daughter alone for long. His thoughts were halted when a call drifted gently along the breeze and aloft into his lobes. Mirage He breathed quietly, and turned his head into the direction of her call. Masculine muscles rippled as cannons shifted and began to thunder across the forest floor. Weaving and leaping through the fallen pine, the beast rushed to her call. He had never been to this part of the Edge, but now the air was changing. The overwhelming scent of salt and others filled his nostrils. He slowly eased his pace, as he came to the edge of the woods, to a clearing. The shadows were etched in moonlit outlines as he cautiously emerged from the trees. Iron spiral leveled to the moon as his obsidian form neared the growing group.

He had not recognized any of these equine; nor their dragons. Snorting heavily, to catch his breath from his long run he rested his eyes upon the queen; Mirage. It was her, the old friend from the Forest of the Eclipse. He could only wonder what she would say to him now; or would she even remember? Time would tell as he neared, resting his eyes upon Nyx as she seemed a little worried and uneasy. Proudly, he took his place next to her- muzzle extending and nudging against her withers softly; assuring her there was nothing to be afraid of so long as he was here.

He caught the Queens speech from the treeline; as he heard Lace had been appointed to King; a smirk crossed his lips. A since of pride flooded his veins to know his friend had finally become leader of his own home. Turning to Mirage his crimson eyes gave a once over to her ink bodice. "My Queen." So nice to see you again. He could have said, but for now he remained silent. And with a bow of his head, holding it for a moment, before looking to her and once again raising his head. Her kingdom was lovely; and how he longed to rule again, to taste that power of leadership over your herd. But with his age; it wouldn't be easy anymore.

As an obsidian stallion spoke of the wall not protecting them entirely, Nato couldn't help but grin. Had he no idea what lurks outside those walls? The war and famine- the struggle to live every day; without death on your hips. The unicorn rolled his eyes and turned away and gazed over the edge and to the rolling ocean. It's salt breeze brushing through his mane and ink filled tail. He took a deep breath, taking in the fresh breeze of the ocean, before speaking to the black stag. "No place, is ever truly safe-" He turned and looked at the stallion with a hidden smile. "It's not only the lands that can protect the herd; but the members themselves." He spoke plainly, to everyone. He meant no harm by it. He had ruled before, and he understood what it took to manage the well being of the herd. They had a glass wall - a good diversion. The Woodlands had nothing; just well primed protectors to warn off danger.

[ooc: Nato would like to become a protector (if Possible)]