d'Artagnan thoughtfully watched as a number of his Basin friends began to gather around something in the Steppe. It was a pleasant night and the Nightshade had just been spending some time with Kou, relaxing in her presence was so much easier and she seemed to make everything seem better. He was about to head straight back down into the Basin when Aramis veered off in a different direction, heckles raised with a low growl ripping through his maw. The red marked pup had lead him all the way to the intriguing gathering before him that seemed to centre around an dark mare. From the bits of conversation d'Artagnan picked up he assumed the brute was attempting an to let loose information on the plague and he grunted in disapproval. At least they had caught her in time.

Slowly, d'Artagnan made his way to Crowley, keeping his eyes on the strange mare who was falling under a barrage of attacks from Elizabeth and Lupus. His dual coloured eyes were strangely serene, the attack would surely be enough to kill the idiotic mare and the Nightshade stood back and watched. Aramis was still growling at his side but had shifted to stand next to d'Artagnan, heckles still lining his back and awaiting any command his bonded gave to him. As the blood poured d'Artagnan became sadder, it did no good to kill their own species though he knew the importance of annihilating traitors. He would go after Valentine if it wasn't for Sno who had stolen his glory. Yet their blood was still of a unicorn and it depressed him that there were some who wanted to live beside the vermin who dared to have the same four hooves as them.

The Time Mender smiled faintly and sank his magic into the body of Therror, poisoning her waters and coaxing her to sleep. A slumber she would never wake up from but she would feel no pain once under his spell. Even poison could sometimes be used in a kind way. He sighed and released Aramis to devour the femme, his dark paws soon covered in crimson blood and teeth went for the jugular, his red markings glowing vibrantly against the dark sky. The Mender's calm night had turned into a messy one and though he felt the tugs of excitement at the edges of his mind, the call of insanity threatening to take him over, d'Artagnan resisted. The mare was surely already dead.

He looked to Mauja then as he spoke firmly to Leyra, it seemed the Plague secrets truly were at risk of being revealed. d'Artagnan followed Mauja and attempted to edge his shoulder into roan's, his eyes flickered dangerously and held an intense warning. He hoped she was wise and amended Mauja's comment with his own. "You will leave."