As Jane mentioned two human males stalking the house of the great bird man, Oskar immediately sat bolt upright.  His abrupt movement rustled the covers of his bed, so much so that it revealed what he was wearing underneath.  In potentially awkward times such as these, he was grateful of wearing a tank top (not really a big deal) and boxer briefs (possibly a big deal).  Prior to answering her, he silently sang hosannas to the Eagle Elders that he did not sleep in the buff.<br/><br/>“So, uh, Jane,” he stammered, while covering himself to the waist, “this Elder wolf of yours, um, why doesn’t he and his pack just go after these guys and take ‘em out themselves?  I mean, surely, a pack of wolves should be able to take down two dudes, right?”  As much as he liked the moniker “great bird man,” it also sounded as if he should be in some kinda freak-show circus or summat.<br/><br/>While Jane contemplated her answers to his questions, Oskar threw in a few more just because.  “And another thing, how exactly does your Elder expect us to deal with this threat?  Should I swoop in, grab one by the shoulders with my talons, soar to, oh I dunno, about a mile high and drop him?  Do you have it in you to take a life?”<br/><br/>Oskar could tell in her “voice” that she was perplexed, and rightly so.  He did not wish to make light of the situation, nor did he mean to blame her for any of this.  He did, however, have one or two observations.  “This reeks of something to do with your search for your father,” he stated flatly.  With her head on the blankets, he stroked her between the ears, saying softly, “And I don’t think this has anything to do with his pack.  Cuz if it did, these men would’ve attacked them by now.”<br/><br/>Wondering if he should or not, he asked just the same, “Does your father have many enemies?”