Rose hadn't forgotten the werewolf. It just hadn't been the foremost thought in her mind. She stood looking at the werewolf as it stared back, growling.
She'd had a plan when she left the broom closet. Let's see… get away from the Doctor, check. Find the werewolf, check. Hmm, that's where the list seemed to stop.
Well, no werewolf was going to eat a pissed off Rose Tyler.
Rose slapped the side of the werewolf's muzzle, before glaring into the werewolf's eyes. Her hand reached up to the werewolf's throat where it rested gently. A low snarl left Rose's lips.
So garish.
But effective. The werewolf was slowly becoming quieter, as the Doctor turned a corner and caught sight of the pair.