Quiet was something James had come to value in the past month or so. With his recent rise to Alpha of his pack, it seems like he's barely got time to think for more than five seconds at a time. Hence his presence here at this bar tonight. No one from his pack would think to look for him here. He quickly leaves the softly snowing night behind him and enters the bar, already full of drunk patrons.  He looks around, noting the female to looked to young to be here. He sniffs, sorting out the place. Another werewolf was here somewhere. He would put his money on the girl. He picks a stool a couple down from hers, waiting to see if she picks up on his wolfness.