Rouge stepped one foot forward slightly and the silver small linked chain around her wrist fell, the end in her hand. "You're a werewolf?! Why are you in my grandmother's cave! Was it not enough to kill here her and end the peace?!" She yelled and hissed. What was with this chick? But....Rouge didn't want to fight the wolf in front of her. Why would she? Wolves never did anything to her. And this wolf couldn't of had anything to do with her grandmother, it happened before either were born.<br/><br/>"If you only came here to get out of the rain then why are you poised to attack?" Rouge asked, visibly calmer. She was not suppose to lose her head. No. Calm was the way to do this, if she wanted to avoid a fight. It wasn't like she had much strength left in her. She hadn't drank blood in a quiet awhile. At home she had gone on strike. Her family didn't care. So she ran, without feeding. She could feel it creeping on her though....