If it wasn't for Aramis, d'Artagnan may have completely missed the movement and the drifts of new scents. He was quietly dozing in his cave after he had unconsciously made his way back to check on his poisons for no real reason. You could say that the many different shades of colours that were all dangerous in someway were almost as precious as children to him. The shade always felt calmer when he was surrounded by his poisons. Yet, his dozing was cut short when his bonded yipped and growled with his tail lashing from side to side, little heckles lining his baby back as he fumbled over large paws. With a hint of annoyance, d'Artagnan reluctantly left his cave of venom and stalked after the red glow of his marching companion, sighing at the dog's yips with a hope that one day they would grow into more terrifying barks.

He followed attentively, the familiar scent overriding the unfamiliar to which he immediately recognized was the presence of Deimos and Arah. There was another that smelt of the Basin, though he didn't know that one and he continued onward curiously wondering who the other two scents were. The ones that didn't belong to the Basin. Did they have intruders again? It wouldn't come as a surprise to the Nightshade, it seemed like the coolest thing to do these days. Waltzing into the territory of blood thirsty unicorns. Maybe everyone just had a death wish or had suddenly become suicidal. In any case, the reason didn't really matter to the Doctor and if they wanted to die then he would be more than happy to help them along. They would even get a choice of their proffered 'parting' from the world if they wanted. He stifled a dark laugh at that thought and rounded a few more bends until finally he came upon the scene that had awoken his bonded into a frenzy of growls.

Indeed, Deimos and Arah were there. Along with a chocolate coloured unicorn he had never met before, a strange snowy mare and an overly large bare head. The Nightshade grimaced and took a place up beside the General, biting back his harsh words as he noticed that Arah looked to have lead these here. So, who were they? Prisoners? Was Psyche keeping secrets? The latter wouldn't surprise him either, mares liked their secrets, it was why the shade preferred a male lead. He glowered at the chubby looking equine and then gave the alabaster mare a confused look. What a strange bunch indeed! Blood coloured ears swivelled as Aramis sat back on his haunches just in front of him, growling under his breath as red markings glowed.

The Time Mender stood silent next to Deimos, trying to keep some semblance of imposing presence against the General's over awing appearance. He didn't quite know what to say, there was a strange lack of hostility and it made him wonder just how important the two strangers were in front of him. The shade waited for Psyche instead, boring his eyes into the odd pair before him and letting Aramis' growls fill the void.