Jane’s explanation of what happened to her clothes after shifting did not surprise him at all.  Her manner of communicating this to him telepathically also did not startle him.  And why should it, really?  Oskar was comfortable with it, and it was clear as a crystal ball that this was her preferred way of “speaking” to him.<br/><br/>Still, he felt inclined nonetheless to glance at her with a smirk.  “Typical,” he began simply.  “Here you are, able to converse with me without even opening your mouth whether you’re a woman or a wolf.  So I’m not dumbfounded in the least that you don’t end up naked when transforming back into your human self.”  Oskar shook his head with an emphatic chuckle, before continuing, “Now I truly wonder what other surprises you may have in store for me.”<br/><br/>By now, the two of them were in his backyard.  Although private, he still chose to kneel beside her while saying softly, “Okay, you wait here, Jane, while I go inside and do what I gotta do.”  He winked at her, though he was unsure whether or not as a wolf, she understood the intent of his playful gesture.  “Wait until I gain some altitude, and then you do what you do so well.”  Oskar winked at her again, though this time with his left eye.  If he kept this up, Jane might come to the conclusion that he had some sort of facial tic.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, a golden eagle appeared on the window sill, facing the backyard.  Oskar then hopped down to the roof, and marched toward its edge, so he could make eye contact with Jane.  Once accomplished, he produced a mix of a<i>skree </i>and a<i>squawk</i>, which was his idea of a formal greeting.  An impressive flap of his wings, and he was airborne, gaining elevation quite rapidly.  Soon after, while circling the area overhead, he could easily see Jane the Wolf gazing up at him.  A drawn out<i>skreeee </i>later, and he waited for her to enter his mind.