Cade isn't the only one working late. Inessa, not willing to retreat to her quarters just yet, sits at a nearby table with books piled around her, scribbling notes as efficiently as possible before retiring for the night. Garahel is dozing at her feet, his legs twitching a little here and there as he dreams of an exciting chase.

She's content to ignore the winter weather outside, at least until the window blows open. Letting out a cry of dismay as her own papers suddenly scatter, she tries to snatch them before the rain and wind destroy her efforts of the night. So intent is she that Inessa doesn't hear Garahel's growl at first, the mabari suddenly awake and alert. He stands tense for a moment, then bolts ahead to Inessa's surprise.

"Garahel--!" The mabari doesn't stop until he's in front of Cade, growling and barking at the hanging bodies.