Rouge looked up at the wolf in surprise for wiping her eyes. This girl, she had given her blood. She had asked her about herself. Regan said she was in the same situation. And yet her she was. Comforting a vampire, her sworn enemy. She was wiping Rouge's tears away. Rouge honestly didn't know what to do. Her eyes locked with the wolf's.<br/><br/>Rouge could see the sadness and recognition of someone like herself.<br/><br/>"So you ran away as well? Why...I thought pack meant everything to the wolves. It is what my mother taught me. Said I needed to know everything I could for when I replaced my father." Rouge froze as she realized she may have said too much. She couldn't take it back. But she truly hoped that Regan would not attack her. For some odd reason she felt close to the wolf. She wanted to know more about her. And she enjoyed being held by her the way she was.<br/><br/>....Which....Regan was holding her. Rouge just seemed to realize this and blushed brightly. The vampire and wolf were so close. Rouge could smell the wolf, and she smelled amazing. She blushed more and her eyes widened slightly. Rouge didn't know what to do. She had never been attracted to anybody before. Sure she can appreciate anatomy. But she has never....never....felt anything like this. And the wolf was still looking at her, and she couldn't interpret the look. What the fuck was she suppose to do?