Shortly after leaving Jane in her room, he retired to his for some much-needed sleep.  It had been an eventful, as well as an interesting day.  Changing into his sleep clothes (which was basically a tank top and underwear), he settled under the covers, comfort instantly settling in.  Images of stew meat, potatoes, and carrots frolicking in a stream of brown gravy danced in his head.  Sleep soon followed.<br/><br/>Oskar wasn’t sure what time it was, as he groggily tried to focus on the clock radio on his nightstand.  Unable to differentiate between a 2 and a 3, or an 8 and a 9, he gave up trying and shuffled toward a nearby window instead.  What woke him remained a mystery, though he at first thought it was a siren of sorts.  But then he had heard it again, though this time it was drawn out, as if its originator was hanging on that one, final note.  This was no siren, however.  It was animalistic, and last he checked, only wolves howled in such a fashion.  Coyotes lamely tried, but they were pretenders in his opinion.  A wolf’s howl was not only distinct, but haunting as well.<br/><br/>As his eyes settled on a rather large, brown wolf outside, Oskar heard movement in the hallway.  Jane!  Was she answering the call?  Still, he figured she had to have been in her human form in order to negotiate the door.  Soon after, his guest was now in his backyard.  Good for her, he reflected, she figured out the locks.<br/><br/>He witnessed Jane’s shift, as she then respectfully lay on her belly a few feet from the brown animal, chin on the ground.  Oskar surmised that if they hadn’t already started, they would soon begin communicating telepathically.  Sensing he was trespassing on their privacy (though really, he couldn’t<i>hear </i>a word they were saying anyway), he turned from the window and crawled back into bed.