"Well, we're all different," he told the barmaid. As Stíofán took a large gulp of his drink - making sure to not get his beard wet in the process - he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He subtly glanced over, to a window, into the darkness of the night. He thought he had seen something atop the roof of the building across the road, but couldn't smell anything. [i]Anyway, [/i] he thought, [i] it isn't my job to look after the pack, I'm not an Omega. If something's wrong Carlson can deal with it.[/i]
Stíofán had noticed that James had sat next to him, for his first night before a full moon in this pack, "It's good to see you here, James, so it is," Stíofán hoped that James would understand his Irish accent.