He had returned. Back to the place he had been born and the last place he had seen his parents alive. He didn't think he'd be back here, but he hardly knew his parents before they died, so he couldn't say he was affected much anymore. He had spent more time with his uncle Cloud than he did with his own parents...sad, wasn't it? His mom had been so depressed with her life and never did a thing to correct it that she let it consume her enough to seek death. Or whatever happened. He didn't know. He didn't care anymore. The black and white male took a deep breath as he stood at the borders of a pack that had reclaimed the lands, curious to know who these wolves were and to see what they were about. He wasn't one to live the life of a rogue, it wasn't for him. So he tilted his head back, calling for the alpha of this pack so that he could talk to them. To learn more. Maybe even find a new home here... "Talk, 'Think.'

A call at their border.

"Hey" Wren was there, whether they liked it or not. The fact that the boy stopped before her territory claim was nice and polite. She neared him from the tree line and stopped respectfully away "you're at Menagerie's border" she informed him "my name is Wren, Warden of this guild."

He was pretty young, but that was fine. She could always pair him up with an adult member if he wanted to learn more. "What can I help you with?" She also prompted him once the information sunk in, letting the name of the pack fill his head and letting him gather his own thoughts.

"Speech"

She seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Finan's keen gaze, however, spotted the movement of brown fur among the trees as she appeared from the treeline and the woman would greet him, letting him know whose borders he was standing at along with her name. Wren... Simple enough to remember. She asked him what she could help him with, and the youth balked a little. He wasn't so much shy as he was feeling nervous. This was perhaps the first time he'd truly been on his own since his uncle took care of the orphaned boy. He shifted his paws beneath him, drawing a deep breath before exhaling to try and calm his nerves. "I er...m' name is Finan, I used t' live in these parts when I was a wee lad. Er, still sort of a wee lad though, aren't I?" Okay, so far so bad. While he was a yearling, he would be two come Summer. "I mean to say, I was born here...I suppose I figured I'd like to see what this new pack is like, would ye mind tellin' me, Warden?" He was pretty sure his nervousness was showing. He wasn't used to this sort of thing, but he was sure that when things got settled, he'd find that nervousness disappear. "Talk, 'Think.'

She was patient, waiting for him to finish before adding anything in. Maybe this wolf was part of the same pack as Bellamy had been? She would have to ask the woman. Finan seemed a bit scared and nervous. She'd try to make this less stressful for him. "Of course" Wren began kindly, giving a nod "Menagerie is less a pack and more of a working unit. We have loose borders - trespassers are met with questions and not fangs. Thieves are not tolerated nor are wolves aligned with rape or incest. We consider that abuse in any form." She paused, letting it sink in before adding more.

"We have an active inventory of items to hopefully sell and trade in autumn, so we're always crafting to add to our cache. Gathering too. I expect a wolf to add at least one thing to the inventory a season, but otherwise, you are quite free to do what you like" Wren rummaged through what to say in her mind, thankful it didn't come out in an awkward fumble "if you're a yearling, you're partnered with an adult wolf with your fields of skills to train you. You will be able to pass a test at the end of your training and graduate into a more solid rank, like a warrior or a trader... But if you don't want that, you can be a regular guild member."

A little pause here before... "Mostly, we're a pack with loose rules. Nobody is expected to bow to me or be scared of higher ranks. We want to be a family as well as a guild. We're all quite active in each other's lives, know each other's names and help each other out. We're currently allied with Armada, a pack a bit southwest of where we are and are on neutral but friendly terms with the others we know of."

"Speech"

She indulged him. Agreed to tell him about the pack here, and Finan remained quiet and listened. Absorbing the information as she spoke. It was a lot to take in, but in the end, it sounded simple enough. He didn't know who the Armada was. Wasn't sure about the whole...family part. He never had much luck with family, and didn't feel too strongly in favor of the term if he was honest with himself, but perhaps someday if he ever decided to trust that. His own parents had failed their children in a huge way, choosing selfishness to leave their children to inherit the title of orphans. How messed up was that? He frowned as he thought, but that wasn't unusual for him. He was also unsure of the loose borders things...that seemed kind of...strange...to him...but hey, maybe it would work out? "It's...certainly a lot, I won' lie eh? But er...it sounds interestin' I think. I'll be turning two come Summer, my uncle has been mentorin' me prior to us parting ways. So I don' think a mentor will be necessary," Did he still need to get some experience under his belt? Sure. But he was wary of a stranger teaching him. Everything he learned was from his own trial and error and from his uncle Cloud. "Say I'd like to try, and it don't work out. What happens? Am I free to jus' go or do I gotta fight?" He wondered. After all, he had been born during a time Ignis had ruled for a brief time. And if he remembered right, his crimson uncle made it so that anyone wishing to leave had to fight their way out. "Talk, 'Think.'

He seemed a bit scared, even refusing to be mentored. She eyed him curiously, noticing the lack of muscle on his yearling form. Soon, he'd probably fill out but unless he gave his skill sets she didn't know where to place him. A Guild Member it would have to be until he proved himself otherwise. Was Menagerie just a blast from the past for him? A place that had been once claimed by another pack and their members just casually filling in again?

She wouldn't tolerate that.

Bellamy and Gavroche at least pulled their weight despite their need for the familiar. "You'd be free to leave" Wren began again "I'm not keeping people here who don't want to be here. Their guild slot could be used for someone else, right?" She chuckled "all I ask is you let me know when you're leaving. After you say your goodbyes - if you wanted - you're able to walk on your own to the border and go. Nobody will escort you unless you want them to."

Or unless they were a threat...

"Since you don't want a mentor and will be an adult come summer, I'll accept you as a regular member of Menagerie. You'll need to prove yourself to gain a higher rank, but... that won't be too hard. That's like other packs though." Wren finishes kindly. She waits for the boy to accept or deny.

"Speech"