d'Artagnan watched, nostrils flaring as his anger simmered beneath. Zar'roc didn't seem like he wanted to contribute anything to the short tempered conversation. That in itself infuriated the stag, he wanted to know what his former comrade was speaking. He had questions, like why he didn't follow them into the mountains, and now why he wasn't apart of their herd? So much to ask but too little time and only minuet interest. In all honestly, the shade couldn't care less where Zar'roc had been and what he was doing now. If he came to the Basin he would be no doubt accepted back in amongst the ranks but d'Artagnan wasn't going to offer anything here. He was too enraged annoyed, he blamed that on the infuriating female before them.

She seemed to take a while in her answer, testing the patience of the Mender to its limits. A sarcastic comment rose and bubbled on his lips but she spoke in time before he could deliver his irritated comment. Teeth grit together and a growl escaped the lips of Aramis, who lowered in his stance and red tipped tail stiffening, pointing at the mare like he had found his prey. d'Artagnan watched as a smirk rose to her features and the urge to wipe it off her too smug face almost over came him. In her next words she drew the attention away from herself and instead to him and Zar'roc. She was more perceptive then he gave her credit for, but that did little to calm the riled up beast. Blood pumped around his body and the stark ringing began in his ears, the need to kill filling his mind and making him quiver. He clenched his magic and drew it closer, feeling the darkness wreak from it.

No. He couldn't kill this child. Not his own kin.

She was aligned with no other herd and she was a pure unicorn, his own species. He wouldn't be doing himself any favours if he did. The grip on his magic unclenched and he left it unused for another day, he was not given this power to kill his own kind. His anger had gotten too wild and d'Artagnan conflicted emotions clashed. There was only one thing he could do. A small, dark smile touched his features.

"I need nothing from either of you, smirk all day girl, you'll only get yourself killed with a face like that." With his mind spoken, he grumpily walked back through the trees, Aramis still growling as he followed, heckles up along his back. The conversation may have gone smoother if someone with a bit of diplomacy was in attendance. Unfortunately that was a strength the shade lacked and he was getting dangerously close to starting an all out fight.

In that scenario, retreat was the better option.