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Your work there isn't done, so you text Elton in the morning. He tells you to bring dinner, so you log in a boring day sorting and organizing Epicycle's hex wrenches (a task neglected for over a decade), cajole Udolpho into ordering a whole large pizza that he quickly forgets about, and arrive at the bookstore where Elton works at the end of his shift. The air grows electric as you enter. Elton radiates only a dim aura of Rage most days, but the two of you together put the browsers on edge. Elton nudges you into the back office, where you contemplate how badly you want to kill people or tear things apart. Not that badly, you think. So what's everyone's problem? The bookstore cats seem to like you, at least. Their names are Clorinda and Tisbe, and they want to lick a slice of pizza. Perhaps they've acclimatized to Elton, because they lack the instinctive fear of Garou most domesticated animals possess. Or maybe they just really want that mozzarella.

The bus stops outside just as the two of you finish eating dinner; you race outside into the cold late-winter air.

"So what are we looking for at the site?"

"Is the water still corrupted? How are we going to start healing it?"

"I wish we could do this when it was a little warmer."

"Any word from that Glass Walker about us fulfilling our sacred duty as Garou? I'm not sitting around waiting for an elder's decision."

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