Jane froze as Oskar touched her wrist. She had never been touched by another man, other than her father and uncle, and was shocked at the physical contact with her skin. Was this why her uncle had always told her she should be wearing gloves? But she found them uncomfortable and restrictive. Within seconds, she decided she liked the contact, including the small thrill it sent through her.<br/><br/>"I already told you, I'm looking for my father. I'm... I'm not sure where he is. I tracked him south, but I lost the trail a few days ago." She didn't know why he was asking about where she slept, but the outside world was proving to be a strange place. Perhaps it was important somehow? Did they have rules about where to sleep, too? All things considered, it was probably wise to answer him.<br/><br/>"I usually find a small cave or a fallen log. Otherwise I just dig a quick burrow. I've been sleeping mostly in the day time, of course. It's easier to move at night. Plus, I wouldn't want another pack to come across me while I sleep. That would be awkward, wouldn't it?" Her blue eyes glanced down at his hand again, still on her arm.