Oskar had suggested they get more sleep and start their search for her father in the morning. Finding herself still rather tired, Jane readily agreed. Oskar led her back to the room she had been in before and left her, himself retreating to another room down the hall.<br/><br/>She pulled off her over dress and petticoat this time before getting into bed, leaving only her thin chemise on. Once in bed, she took her hair out of the messy bun it was in and let the long blonde tresses fall around her before lying down. Laying for a time in the darkness she finally drifted to sleep.<br/><br/>A long, loud howl sounded, as though right next to her, and jerked her out of the sound sleep she had been in. Immediately sitting up, her head snapped to the window where the sound had come from. Again, the ululation sounded, long and urgent in its summons. Without bothering to fix her hair or put on her petticoat, Jane flew across the room, down the stairs, and to the back door.<br/><br/>Here, she stopped, as the door would not seem to open. She pulled and twisted at the handle, to no avail. There were some kind of mechanisms on the door. She fiddled with them, twisting and turning, until finally the door fell open. Jane stumbled out, catching her balance and running out to the overgrown back yard.<br/><br/>Jane stopped just a few feet shy of a large brown wolf, who was sitting on its haunches in the middle of Oskar's back yard. She shifted into her wolf form, the pale of her fur standing starkly in the moonlit darkness. She was smaller than the brown wolf, who didn't blink at the transformation, but seemed to expect it. Jane lay on her belly before the larger wolf, her chin on the ground, listening to what the elder wolf had to say.