Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

She was warry unsure when she should strick, knowing that it would be the death of her to go in alone. She respected the wolves that lived here, but sacraficing herself for respect was rediculess, especially if that sacrafice wasn't helpful. She couldn't quite read the other members of the pack hidden within the foliage. Some had followed while others had stayed put, she had been following behind looking for the right moment to strike.

She had been in many fights before as a loner, but one where she had multiple enimies. One on one was where Rouge thrived. She heard a noise from behind her and crouched down even further into the foliage, waiting still to see who it might be. Behind the three wolves she had initially seen was a white and gray colored male. He wasn't part of her pack, she knew that, but he wasn't really walking with the rest of the intruders. He was far behind, maybe unnoticed by the two females and male that walked in a line up ahead. She let him walk past her as he distantly followed behind the trio. Once he was a safe distance away she continued to follow the group, now much further behind the trio and closer to this intruding white and gray male.

Then seemingly out of no where a light colored female from her pack attacked the trio from the side and was targeting the dark female in the middle that had called out. This was the perfect time to strike. Their focus would be on aiding the middle female. The only opponent remotely close to her at the time was the white and gray colored male behind the main group. To attack anyone else would mean to run past him and that seemed redundant. She rushed out of the foliage and punced for the male who's name unknown to Rouge was Eljay. Hoping to grab hold of his neck and bring him to the ground with her surprise attack. Prior to her attack he had called out to one of the members in the main party.