Ravensblood Forest forgetting you in a cabaret

What the young man expected to be a casual encounter quickly turned into a sob-fest. His eyes widened as the female began telling her complete biography in a sad, melancholic tone. As strangers, he hadn't expected for her to get so emotional or to tell him at all. He, for instance, wouldn't even think of telling the first wolf he met what lied in his heart.

For a second, as the ebony she-wolf continued to whine, Finn wondered if it had been something he had said that had triggered her tears. Though before he could make any movement or even make a sound, she apologized, asking a stroy about him in return.

Naturally, the man blinked at her with confusion. He wasn't used to this traditional way of introducing to another. Most of his approachs or encounters were based on jokes and witty remarks. Formality it seemed wasn't his forte either.

Umm,well I come from far away, left home because I grew sick of my pack and they grew sick of me he barked awkwardly, his shoulders slumping towards the end of his narration.