Dawn was rubbing her sleepy eyes sending hues of reds and oranges across the glass of the Doctor's horn, who was wandering through the awakening forest. Mice crawled out from holes, finally free from their nocturnal predators, deer flittered and danced flicking up the morning dew. His cloven hooves were soft against the ground and his mind was already planning out things he could do for the day. d'Artagnan decided he hadn't left the Edge for sometime and it was probably a good idea to go out and explore again. But where would he go? The Foothills? The Throat? Or maybe one of the wilds? The wilds seemed more appealing at this moment as d'Artagnan couldn't really be bothered to argue with idiot herd lands on this day. d'Artagnan had always wondered if there were more unicorns out there, living in the wilds. His thoughts of going on a small adventure were cut short as the familiar sooty scent of Cineviam entered the nostrils of the Doctor. Having not much else better to do at and admittedly curious, the steed decided to go find out what the ashen stallion was up to.

Whilst following the dusty ones trail, d'Art took the time to think about Cineviam. He was rather large and often didn't speak much but all in all the Doctor rather liked him. Apart from the smell. I wonder if he's ever tried to sneak up on someone... You'd smell him from a mile off?! The red let the thought entertain him whilst he meandered in and out of the trees, the odd gold/green leaf laying to rest on his blood red fur.

His pace was gentle and calm until he finally reached the resting place of Cineviam, however what d'Artagnan was not expecting was the condition he'd find the brute in. Concern sweeped over his face and quickly he hurried forward to inspect him, "how on earth?! Cineviam what have you been doing?!"

The Doctor busied himself looking over each burn wound and assessing the severity of it, not even bothering to ask if Cineviam wanted the help. Is it the Sun God again? The thought troubled him as images of charred wood and smoke entered his mind, but he'd have to wait till later to question him fully. A thought that did trouble him more was the whereabouts of his Nurse. If she's still asleep... grumbling away to himself whilst he sent his magic to work on the burns. d'Artagnan hadn't had the chance to track down Kou recently and he was silently worried that she may of disappeared somewhere. The mare had been out of sorts lately and d'Artagnan had hoped she would be fine with a little time. The Doctor's gifted ability went first to the areas which possessed heat and cooled them, allowing him to turn his attention to healing the wounds themselves.

The keen wind of Orangemoon gusted and captured his dark tail, flicking the strands in mid air which caught the colours of dawn. The Doctor paid no heed and continued to work. His eyes and mind completely drawn and focused on his task.