Wolves' ears are sensitive, and Jane's were no exception. She heard the various sounds of the forest, even the tiny animals skittering in the undergrowth. More sensitive yet was her sense of smell. She could smell Oskar before she heard him. The smell of breakfast still clung to him over a human and feather smell. He had gone past her in the forest before she came to her senses enough to realize it was him.<br/><br/>Jane wanted go get up and go to him. Apologize for running away from his kindness and beg him for help in finding her father. But she lacked both the courage and motivation to do so. Instead, she howled softly into the hollow, turning her head away from the opening. As a wolf, she couldn't cry watery tears, but she could make her feelings known vocally. The howl was a mournful cry.