i don't want to live a lie

Though Finn viewed trades like a simple compliment to your name or rank, he was still pretty determined to get his, and fast. The man didn't see beyond the shiny accessory it represented, though a trade was supposed to be more of a life goal rather than something to simply brag about, Finn thought of it like a little trophy that would not only embellish his reputation but also his status. Wolves with no trades were seen as useless or lazy, whereas those who held more than one specialization were usually higher ranked.

And Gamekeeping and Outriding were well-paid trades.
As the man explained why he had strayed out of the Plateu, the younger male simply bobbed his head in awknowledgement, he was not one to ponder much about life so the last bit of Dante's words was lost on him; something that might've dissapointed his father, whose top favorite activities included reflecting while admiring the beauty of nature.

Finn whipped his tail as the man returned the question, he was not reluctant to admit that he too had been driven here by his own tangled thoughts. Half and half, he barked, twitching the tip of his tail as he spoke. It was the truth, though he had left the Plateu to get away from it all, the little voyage would still serve as practice.