Jane's ears tilted and cocked toward Oskar as he spoke, taking in what he had to say. He lost his clothes when he transformed? What an odd concept. And terribly inconvenient. Not being familiar with the concept of using underwear, she took in his lack of them with his spare clothing without comment.<br/><br/>Now that the idea had been brought up, she mused on the topic. Where<i>did</i>her clothing go when she transformed? And her bag, for that matter? They were still there, in a strange way, she could feel her small satchel shift between her shoulder blades, despite the fact that it wasn't visible. Her father and uncle had never lost their clothing when transforming, either. You simply<i>--poured</i>was the only word she could think to describe it--yourself into the form. All that you were, including what was on you at the time, went with.<br/><br/>In her human form, Jane would have blushed at his mention of stripping, but as a wolf, she was unable to. Instead, she made a soft whiffing sound out of her snout and looked up at him as they walked, making sure to slow her strides to match his two-legged pace.<br/><br/>As they neared his house, she finally voiced her thoughts, to his mind, explaining how she transformed with her clothing still on.