Resplendence speaks, and the silver soldier's ears flick forwards to listen. Delight flashes across her features, frozen gaze lighting up. "I would love that, yes. Dominus and I have been practicing our talents whilst out in the wilderness, and we are both eager to serve the Edge with our lives. I would do everything in my power to become the Edge's finest warrior." With the magic that she's still getting used to, the white lion by her side and her own natural guile, she thinks herself quite the potent would-be protector of the Edge.

Dominus prowls behind the chatting mares, bone still clutched doglike in his powerful jaws. Like a pale shadow he makes no noise upon silent paws, expertly avoiding twigs and stones. But even Dominus - killer of hundreds, white warrior of the wilderness - cannot avoid what he cannot see, and the yelp that comes from him is like nothing Nyx has ever heard before. Resplendence is momentarily forgotten as she snaps around towards her companion, feeling agony shoot through her foreleg in sympathy with whatever injury her bonded has obtained. She may be willing to watch him walk into glass walls and obtain a few bruises, but they are one soul, and she would never wish true pain upon him. He is the most important thing in her life, and he is hurt. His bone is cast aside, forgotten, as he begins to limp a few steps before finally crashing his hindquarters to the ground with a savage hiss. She can feel pain and confusion ebbing through their conjoined minds as he looks at his right forepaw, where the source of the agony seems to be coming from.

In the glinting light of the sun she sees it - glass. A shard of glass, pricked straight through the tender pad and now lodged firmly in place, drenched with bright red blood.

Nyx's hooves crunch on it as she moves towards Dominus, and she looks down in awe. Broken glass, everywhere. "The wall..." She looks to Resplendence, who had avoided the shards with expert ease, and there's confusion in her expression and side-pointed ears. "What happened to the wall? Did it shatter?" It must have taken some force to cause this sort of damage, but right now the mare is too focused on her companion's plight to ask any more questions. His sharp features are furrowed with pain, his tongue lolling as he pants, every muscle quivering with obvious discomfort. He holds the paw up, unable to let it touch the ground, and Nyx lowers her muzzle to sniff at it. She is no healer, not any more, and she doesn't even know where to start with yanking a piece of glass out of a carnivore's paw. She turns back to the other mare, worried, not knowing what to do, eyes pleading for any advice she can get. Give her a battlefield and she's right at home - give her a single obnoxious blade of glass and she's helpless.