It Wasn't All It Was Cut Out To Be...

He was tired of wandering around and just surviving. His parents were dead. He was an orphan. And while he appreciated his uncle looking out for him all this time, Finan decided to part ways and find his own path. He craved pack structure and to be around society more than he liked wandering around the wilds of the world. Maybe that was more his uncle's thing, but not his. The yearling made his way to the borders of Abaven, a pack his uncle had told him about. One his uncle had been in when he was a pup. So maybe they'd give him a chance. If they didn't? Well...he supposed he'd try his luck somewhere else, or simply give up and just leave the lands forever. He was self-taught in a few things. His uncle had taught him to hunt for the most part. Still, the boy had more to learn and it surpassed more than he had to offer.

Reaching the borders of the pack, he looked longingly beyond the borders. He was nervous. His fur prickled on the back of his neck as he wondered if they'd accept him or not. It was now or never though, wasn't it? From the sounds of it, this pack aligned more with what he wanted to do than any of the others. So with a deep breath to try and steady his nerves, he tilted his head back and called for someone he could speak to.