She stifles a grin as the colt reveals he snuck from the Throat. Ah, boys. An experienced mother, the silver soldier knows how adventurous children can be, especially the males. It is a twenty-four-hour job trying to keep an eye on them, and thus she doesn't entirely judge this one's dam for her negligence. "You should get home, little one. Your mother will be worried sick." Behind her, Dominus gives the tiniest growl of approval. Go or be noms, he says mentally to his bonded, and when she looks down at him she sees that he is still staring, unapologetically hungrily, at the boy.

Bloody carnivores.

Delight flashes across the mare's features as Resplendence speaks. Family. With her father gone, her children all grown to adulthood and no longer needing her, she needs allies around her. She thrives in company, adores herd life, and hearing that the Edge still want her is a weight off her mind. "Then I would be honoured to return to the Edge with you, and serve you in any way I can." She is no leader, no spy, she is simply a soldier craving command, a warrior without a war. Before her disappearance she had managed to get the rank of Acolyte Protector, and hopes that she may prove herself enough to claim it again. She will be the Edge's most devoted member, will serve with distinction and determination. And hopefully, no bad-shadows or weird-outcast-freaks will take her away from her duties.

Of course, before she heads to the Edge, she wants to make sure Aakesh returns home safely. But that problem is quickly solved as December offers to walk the colt back to the Throat, and Nyx gives her a grateful smile. "Thank you." It is always good to see other mares with maternal instincts, and the silver soldier will be able to rest easy knowing the youngling is returned to his mother's teat. Horned skull lifts to look at Resplendence, tail flicking against her hocks with anticipation of returning home. "Would you lead the way?" she questions. She knows the way, of course, but it's a simple acknowledgement of a superior to let the other mare lead.

With a grunt the white lion behind her rises to his massive paws and stretches, jaws gaping in a ravenous yawn before he snatches hold of his bone once again. He slips between Nyx's legs, slinking against her limbs like a house-cat as he anticipates the long journey ahead.