They ran. It had been some time since d'Artagnan had completely opened himself up into a gallop and his muscles complained about half way there, but he set his lips into a grim line and pressed on after the dark behind of his new 'friend'. It was uncomfortable too with his new leather burden. He would probably ache later, perhaps it was time he went out into the meadows and did some foraging. It had been a while since he'd last been 'under the influence'. That was, if he didn't get eaten by whatever it was that lurked out there. Aramis was following, not directly behind, but someways off to the side as to keep a better look out for these demons. His warning signal a simple flash of fire into the air, but there was none of that as they soon reached their destination, d'Artagnan looked around curiously as they trampled through the meadow before finally the brute led them to an opening.

So there really was a cave.

Amused and curious, he followed his guide down into the depths, feeling the love for the enclosure and the musty air. Caves were glorious! However, voices echoed off the walls and the shade's ears twitched uncertaintly, there were after all many who'd want him dead. What better place to trap him? He shrugged it off. There was no point fearing a possibility that he couldn't see and he wasn't even sure if he was afraid at all. Death came to all, even he.

He looked curiously at the markings on the walls and peered into the darkness to see if he recognized faces whilst trying his best to keep up with the dark stud, chest heaving from the exertion as Aramis finally caught up and fell in beside him. It was crowded and smelt of several different scents that it almost made him dizzy and he laid his ears back in slight annoyance. He didn't much like a crowded cave on the other hand. The shade followed round the corner, finding a little more solace in the more lonely area and the crashing waterfall. "What a strange place." He remarked absently whilst watching the fierce water.

Who'd have thought something like this would be under here?

He looked around in thought, drawing to a halt, before his eyes finally came to rest on the stallion. "How many are in here?" He asked, suppressing the annoyance from his voice. A nice, solitary cave would have been much better in d'Artagnan's opinion. He turned to the female of the group then as she asked after name of the monochrome stallion, he remained silent, awaiting.