Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

He is a Saint, and heeds the call of his Grandmaster. He slips wraithlike through the strath, hidden under cover until he emerges where the others have gathered. Pale, lithe, he stands off to the side, content to observe for now. No question slips from his maw.

Donatien doesn't know many of them by name, just sight and scent. Nyra is here, and the large brindled man as well. His violet eyes land on each one in turn before fixing on the injured woman, narrowing.

She is no recruit. She is even less of an asset than himself. 

What is the meaning of this? The du Pont waits, feeling a kind of energy hum through the air. Something is afoot.