«Plead Guilty to Live»

A tilt of his head was all Cry offered the fae after her first statement. Not only had she thrown her life story out to a stranger, but to not consider her pack as family.
Ouch.

The ebony soon replaced his perfected mask of 'I truly don't care what you're saying right now', but then he imperceptibly sniffed her scent, and he almost choked on how similar it was with the underlying smell of the new pup. 
Interesting. He better play nice, then. 

Raising an eyebrow to the femme, he remarked,

"Brave thing you did, traveling alone. If I knew the name of your pack, I might be able to point you the right way. "

After a brief second, he gave her a bit of a smile. 
Just a flash. 

"And sorry on the jump to murder you...I'm just doing my job. Names Cry. You?"