As luck would have it Normandy was not kept waiting long. Though he had never ventured out with the intent of joining anywhere before, he knew from his lessons that being punctual upon the borders was a good sign; besides being the polite in general. In a mind set that was strictly personal he would not have joined a pack that kept him waiting, nor would he live under the rule of an Alpha who did not have time to spare for curious loners. It was the female that he saw first, though her equally as pallid companion was not far behind. Her introduction was the first to come, followed by the unnecessary but understood introduction of their ranks. They did not stand with the intent of lording themselves over him, but there was dominance in the set of their respective shoulders and this was something that Normandy easily noticed. Nevermore's wife had lorded herself over him more times than Normandy cared to admit and he had no love for leaders that did nothing but throw their power around and highly abused it. The “Bastard Prince” did not think either of these wolves had any need to do that to him, but he could not help his initial weariness, regardless. He lowered his position slightly, to acknowledge their rank, but he kept himself neutral because he was not (yet?) apart of their pack and therefore should not have expected to roll and expose his belly.
Nothing aside from her initial question breached the silence between them, which was unusual, Normandy thought. Typically, a series of drilling questions followed without any break to allow him to get in a word edgewise. Although, that was how the Wardens of the Forest handled potential joiners: with an interrogation. If the answers did not suit Nevermore's taste then they were chased off. Nevermore was a strict man, and strange to boot, but Normandy supposed his status as bastard son gave him some leeway to claim such things about the male.
“I'm Normandy DeMonte,” He wasn't sure that Nevermore's sire name would even mean anything but he was used to giving it, anyway. Genesys had been the name Nevermore had given him upon his birth, but Berlin had always hated it. She kept it because his word was law, but in tradition of her family she had affectionately called him “Normandy” in stead. Would he have been a legitimate child he might have went by Genesys but he wasn't and thus he did not. “I was simply wondering if, perhaps, you might have space for me in your pack?” It was never that easy and Normandy did not expect to be given something without giving something in return. Surely, they would ask about skills, but as opposed to barreling on into it he decided to let them do their jobs and ask what they desired to know themselves without taking the leap and assuming.