The dying trees of the Threshold soon turned thicker and simple light became rather hard to come by. Shadows danced and fooled the mind into thinking there were all sorts of creatures, roaming the haunting woods. All in all d'Artagnan rather approved of the delightfully morbid setting of the Deep Forest and amused himself by trying to figure out what sort of tragedy had happened here. It had been a while since he had decided to up and leave the Edge, travelling to the dense wood on a whim. The brute inspected the gashes on the trees, actively fascinated and imagination flying. To think... Every marking on these trees carries its own bloody story. A low chuckle sneaked out of his maw as his cloven hooves carried him further.

d'Artagnan's wild fantasies were broken when his red lobes caught the sound of familiar voices. Stopping, the merlot steed turned his head to one side and identified them. Kou and Mauja. Moving off in their direction d'Artagnan wondered if his Nurse had decided to confront Mauja about her anger towards him. The Doctor understood the pale femme's outrage and it was justified although d'Artagnan may of approached it a little more laid back. He also understood most of the workings of the spotted King's mind and his wild whims for treading dangerously. d'Artagnan had experienced these whims from time to time too.

Now within earshot to catch the words, d'Artagnan rolled his eyes skywards as Mauja finished his last sentence. You're not going to win her over like that, my frosty King. His thoughts were laced with amusement as he rolled into the rather heated conversation, his expression neutral and his stance relaxed to on the verge of lazy as he rested a back hoof. "Maybe an apology, my King. For as great a leader as you are, even Kings have to admit they were wrong to pave a better path to greatness..."

His dual oculars closed together as he smiled lightly, his vocals lax like he was talking to old friends. To which d'Artagnan did consider them his friends. Well maybe more than that with Kou but now was not the time to start panicking about that. Turning his head slightly, he gave his Nurse a side long measuring glance. He couldn't have the two at odds with each other now could he?!

"Even if you believe you did nothing wrong with your actions. You still worried our dear Nurse, which is why she is angry at you. Because she cares for you."

d'Artagnan found himself rather impressed at his own words and then immediately deflated as he realized it made him sound rather old. The simple thought irked him for a while.