Redsand Canyon It's heart beats fast now, It knows.

A slight upturn of his lips at the echoing of Donovan's invitation into the Saints. Nodding he didn't speak at first, didn't say a word about how he was considering talking to Donovan and asking if the man would try to hunt him down if he went off to try and find Melita and Aletheia. Not like that was enough to stop Baptiste St. Claire from running like the wind, he'd take as many beatings as it needed to locate his family. Then there was an introduction, name and rank which he moved an unsurprised gaze to roam over the larger male's frame "because that broad thought Donovan was the right guy to mess with?" while he hadn't made his presence known he'd watched from a distance as Donovan nearly took her head clean off of her shoulders and then made it very clear to everyone who stood before him that he was the big man, the head honcho...betrayal would wind them all in the same spot as the she wolf. "Congratulations. I'm sure you're better suited" he was sure their curly tailed leader wouldn't have picked someone willy nilly to be tossed into the rank. There was something else he wanted to pry at eyes gleaming with wicked curiosity "We have enemies?"