Her insouciant answer to his pack question was equal parts unnerving and admirable.  Jane was so cavalier with this information, it was almost as if she assumed he should already know all of this.  Almost as if it was a stupid question.  To her, it probably was.  She certainly wasn’t holding anything back, secrets or otherwise.  If what she said was true, and he really had no reason to doubt her, then she was a shifter, like him.<br/><br/>Unlike her, however, he didn’t shift into a wolf.  If her questions and statements were anything to go by, she presumed he was also part wolf.  Most people would be skeptical, of course, and probably challenge her to prove she could shift into a wolf.  Oskar was by no means most people.  He understood the blessing (or some would call it a curse) of shifting into an animal.  And he honestly cherished his moments as a golden eagle.  Now he wondered if Jane thought everyone in the restaurant were shifters.<br/><br/>But first, her pack questions needed to be answered, but not here.  There were far too many ears around to discuss shifting.  And that had nothing to do with a stick-shift vehicle.  Their breakfasts already paid for, Oskar motioned for her to follow him.  “C’mon, Jane, let’s go take a walk,” he instructed.  “We shouldn’t discuss a subject like this here amongst those who do not understand.”  He held the door open for her, and they stepped out to a bright day filled with sunshine.<br/><br/>After nodding greetings to people he knew along the sidewalk, he said, “Well, I know of packs in the area.  I don’t know any of them personally, though I could locate them for you if you wish.”  He glanced her way as they strolled along the main drag of town.  “You see, Jane, unlike you, I don’t shift into a wolf.”  Oskar paused, waiting for that statement to sink in before continuing, “I shift into a golden eagle.”