The growl grew louder in the back of his throat, deeper, moving down to vibrate in his chest as he watched her move closer. Was she going to kill him, or kick him out, or what..? He didn't know. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to find out. He lowered his body to the ground as far as he could, making himself as small as possible. His claws scratched at the floorboards beneath him, adding deep scratches to the cracks and breaks already present. Kale watched as the hand came towards him, completely ignoring what she was saying. He didn't care. Plus, the deafening sound of rain outside was kind of drowning her voice out. The werewolf's jaws parted slightly, as he thought about biting her, sinking his fangs into her soft flesh, and tearing it apart. Besides, as she'd put her guns away, it would be pretty hard for her to defend herself against him, even if she was a vampire. There was no way he was going to let her get to her guns, so that she could shoot him. Again... He surprised himself however, when he did something completely different. The growl in his throat and chest cut off, and he sniffed at her hands, drawing in her scent, before pressing his head against her palm with a soft whimper. He crawled slowly forewards, ears still flattened against his head, and tail giving a soft wag, a display of submission. Showing she could relax, he wasn't going to hurt her. At least not yet. After a few seconds, he lowered his head to his paws, eyes glues to her as he waited. Waited to see what it was she was going to do next.