The ground was splattered with white under foot, the Aurora Basin was never an easy place to simply stroll around. A slip of one hoof could see you face first on the floor but this man of night had grown accustomed to the devilish ground and had now figured out the paths around them. Of course, that wasn't without an initial trial and error of falling on his ass the first days of living in this freezing darkness. Dark. Even when the sun shone the herd land always had a delightful eeriness to it, he missed the mists of the Edge, but he had grown to like the charms of this place. Aramis had raced on ahead, a red glow against the dark blue backdrop of night. The pup had already scented his bonded's pale Nurse, the hound had quickly dubbed her apart of his family and held her close to his baby heart. Overgrown paws skidded against the snow with d'Artagnan trotting behind. It was a routine they were slowly growing into. Sleep the mornings, work the afternoons and return at night. It suited them both.

They rounded another bend before finally emerging into the presence of both Kou and Psyche, they stood near each other like the silver moon and the black night. So much contrast yet both were mares not to be trifled with. d'Artagnan walked over to his Nurse's side and lightly touched her shoulder before lifting his head to smile briefly at Psyche in greeting. The Nightshade still was not quite sure what he thought about the Lady of the Basin. She hardly ever seemed like a Lady, her strange personality always put him at odds with her. Though he never quite voiced his uncertainties in the open air, they remained still in the back of his mind. Maybe it was because he had served Mauja for so long he could not see another in that role. When he looked at Mauja he saw strength, he smelt of power, but when he looked at Psyche she gave of nothing to him. There was no weakness, but no strength. A shadow. The fact he never knew what she was thinking made him distrust her, yet he knew she had more than proven her loyalty.

So his mouth remained shut on the matter. Wondering with amusement whether it was just mares in general he had troubles with.

Aramis had gone to approach Psyche, sitting back on his haunches whilst big puppy eyes gazed up at the many feathers that adorned her mane. Pointed tail wagging from side to side as he wished he was tall enough to bat one off so he could play with it. The Doctor said nothing and waited for the mares to begin their conversation, waiting to be spoken to first. Shape shifting boggarts and armoured Pegasus he could deal with, but women was a tricky territory.