A question from Jane about shifting confirmed what he had suspected ever since her mind meld from earlier.  That is, her world was proving to be far, far different than the one she was currently in.  As Oskar learned more and more about her, he held no doubts that wherever it was she called home, a non-shifter would be in the minority, if one ever existed in the first place.<br/><br/>And then there was her ability to communicate telepathically.  All of her people could probably do that, too.  He also wondered if they were all wolves.  If her surprise at his admission of turning into a golden eagle was anything to go by, he highly doubted her people could shift into anything<i>but</i>a wolf.  That would make one huge pack, he thought.<br/><br/>“No,” he replied.  “No, it’s not common at all.”  Oskar lowered his voice a little so only she could hear him, though it was still more than a whisper.  “This is why it’s important for you to not share this information with anyone but me.  Also, please don’t be so casual with your telepathic talent.  Just think back to the reactions you received from Macy and Grace.”<br/><br/>Although he didn’t believe he was scolding her, Oskar just wished for her to be careful around others.  Because let’s face it, in this town, everyone was a stranger to her.  In a way, so was he, since he didn’t know her like the back of his hand.  “There are those in this world, Jane, who would like nothing else but to get their grubby little meat hooks into us,” he warned.  “Of course, this would all be for the good of scientific research.  The expansion of knowledge, and other such loads of bullsh . . ., er, rubbish,” he stated, able to correct himself at the last instant.  Whew, that was close, he reflected, guessing that profanity was as alien to her as telepathy was to him.