d'Artagnan emerged from his cave and blinked a few times as he adjusted to the morning light, a clump of black mane rather ungraciously sat over one ear as he tried to remember exactly why he had got up. A vague memory of his leaders call seemed to shed some light on that but he stood still a while, waiting for his body to awaken from slumber so his ageing bones would take him to the meeting. A high pitched, baby like yawn sounded from behind and out came a stretching Hellhound pup, gilded eyes blinking too in the sunlight. Joined by Aramis, the duo began the walk across the Basin to answer Psyche's call, the early sun making the Mender's coat look redder than usual. He didn't particularly like Tallsun, but their permanent frosty surroundings made up for that irk.

After rounding the next few bends the Nightshade found himself in the presence of Psyche and Lupus, the rather likeable wolf he had met earlier. Aramis found him rather intriguing too, seeing a creature for the first time that had features like his own was sure to be surprising for the young pup. Pointed tail flickering with pure interest; this would be his first time in such a big meeting. d'Artagnan allowed his gaze to flicker to him from time to time, just in case.

Psyche spoke then and the shade listened intently, noting the rank changes and nodding firmly at the promotion of Crowley. The stud fought valiantly in their trials against the Boggart, that kind of devotion would do well in a higher ranked role. He noted the praise for Faelene and he too agreed there, though he knew little of the Basin's thief. The final question came and first d'Artagnan listened to Lupus, ear twitching at the mention of the Throat herd, whom the shade held a grudge against for kidnapping him as well as other things. He was slowly getting his revenge, the little Cera for instance. He wondered if her father still thought of him, he sure hoped he did. The shade snorted, "that's not a herd you take on lightly, even with an army." He remembered the abilities of Azzuen and the painted bastard with the sand, the companion of Xira. As much as it sickened d'Artagnan, they had experienced warriors that would take some beating. Plus, they had alliances.

It seemed the Basin would have to work harder to get what they wanted.

He remained silent then, there was nothing really he needed to report. Sure some things had happened and he'd brought the odd unicorn back to the herd, but it wasn't anything to shout and scream about. Instead he awaited the arrival of others and stood dutifully in the midst of his herd as their Time Mender.