Kellen Grey
Kellen smiled at her apologetically. "Sorry, 'fraid my knowledge on felines runs a little low. I'm sure..." he trailed off, biting his tongue. What he was going to say was that Maxxie would have, undoubtedly, had some kind of joke about 'dogs and cats' running around, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate it.
He took his new shot and nodded his thanks before throwing it back, listening to her story. Most werewolves in their world had to be bitten. In fact, at least in Britain, the only form that was born worked differently: wolf 90% of the time, human 10%. He didn't really understand it, but he'd never met one either.
"I can relate to that," he mumbled as she spoke about her mom. He was the same way, there was so much world to explore, things to see, people to meet. He'd never get over the itch that life was too short to do it all. He noticed the way her eyes scanned the bar, and wondered for a moment what it was. Paranoia or general curiosity? He'd been so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly missed her next question.
Kellen laughed lowly, leaning across the table to grab the bottle and pour them both another shot. "Ah now neither of us are nearly drunk enough for that answer."