The warmth of the tavern blasted onto Meesei upon entering. This time it was louder. Regular patrons joined the others as workmen finished for the day. Meesei's entry into the Tack and Tap gathered a less tense response than the first time, even if the eyes still followed her.

Finley was in a different spot this time, eating a hot dinner with some other members of his pack. He stopped eating and swallowed when he saw Meesei approach, but he didn't stand up like before. He seemed more comfortable, much like the other lycans around him. "Greetings again," said with a bow of his head, "Any luck? He's not been back here since you left."

The last of the natural light that was peeking through the windows finally darkened to black. Though the moonlight still lit up the snow outside, it was contrasted completely by the light of candles and the fireplace while indoors.