The wolf is mostly unconscious by the time dawn rises, which is common enough. He usually finds somewhere in the early hours to curl up and sleep off whatever he hunted and ate, when free, or gives up the fight out of sheer boredom when chained or locked up, when he's not free.

Then dawn rises, and he's no longer even a little bit unconscious. There's a pained howl as Jack thrashes against the vines when the transformation back to human hits him. It doesn't hurt as much as changing into the werewolf-- he's getting smaller and losing hair rather than growing bulkier and sprouting-- but it still hurts. His skin burns as fur shrinks back to normal human hair, ears shrink from their points, brow returns to a normal human thickness, and teeth return to a more typical size.

But his spine is burning now, too. He has no idea why and that wakes him up even more than the change. That's new. That's weird and worrisome.

A suddenly much smaller Jack tumbles out of the grip of the equally confused vines and lands on his hands and knees, feeling something-- moving-- behind him. He doesn't look yet, busy catching his breath.