I'm More Than Meets the Eye

Lillie would pull back to stand next to the bigger girl, and she'd examine it herself, sniffing at a piece of glass. "I've not a clue," she responded absentmindedly. She'd prod the glass with her paw, a small yelp of surprise leaving her maw as she blinked down at the glass. "It doesn't smell like anything but dirt," she growled, "but it hurts and is sharp like a tooth." She flipped her paw over, bringing her head down to lick at the small puncture wound left by the sharp glass, showing it to Karabela. "If we go through here, we have to be careful with our steps."