Someone new. Saintkit had to admit that he wasn't such a big fan of new people, these days. He had been when it had just been him, traveling with his mother and father, but now? Now, he had begun to grow protective of The Pitt, seeing the group as the only family he had left. He had to be cautious about who he trusted, considering he had lost the last family he truly had – ultimately, their deaths had been his fault, no matter what others said about it. He was certainly cautious when that newcomer just happened to be a large and strange beast, looking to be some kind of mutated reptile with an irritated look on his face. Immediately, the child wanted to hiss at Tarlone to get away. He resisted that urge, at least for the moment.

Short steps brought the boy over to where Tarlone was, the orange colored feline actively having to suppress the urge to shiver in front of him. Although the worst of the storm had passed, Saint still wasn't particularly pleased with the snow and chill that still remained. This was somewhat reflected in his tone, purple gaze narrowed as he questioned Tarlone, "Who are you? These are Pitt lands, you know. So if you're here to cause trouble, you might as well just turn around and go back to wherever you came from! Cause I know that Gael and Aine won't let you do anything that causes us problems." It was bad enough to heard about what Vale had done to the temple with the assistance of the Coalition – Saintkit didn't want to welcome in any more troublemakers.

Saintkit couldn't help the burst of pride that warmed his chest as Tarlone let out a grunt, taking the noise as a sign of fear, rather than bafflement. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though the other was actually here to cause trouble, or the small feline would've clawed his ears off thoroughly – or whatever Tarlone's equivalent was. The boy then gave a stiff nod in response to Tarlone's question, remaining silent as Kian explained what The Pitt actually was. Once Dante was done questioning the newcomer, Saint was eager to jump in, taking a step forward and saying firmly, "You should join! Gael treats all of us really well, and you wouldn't feel like you weren't getting support. But we're a family around here, so I wouldn't recommend running off!" At least, that was the way that the orange cream colored kitten saw things. Others would, of course, look at The Pitt with their own perspectives – maybe more like an army, rather than a family.