After countless months of sorrow and self-destruction, the prince found the emotion 'happy' to be nothing short of strange. All he ever wanted was a friend, finding Beren was like a dream come true. 'I won't let him leave me.' Darrah would cling to this wolf for days to come, not letting go for even a single second. If Beren brought him happiness, then he needed to ensure Beren never had even a single chance to abandon him. 'I won't go through that pain again.'

It was strange. They had just barely knew each-other, yet Darrah felt as if the man had spent years in his presence. From the moment they spoke with one another he felt a strong connection, as if fate itself had brought them together. He let a small howl travel the winds of his territory, hoping it'd find it's way to his friend. It was time to celebrate, Beren had received acceptance into his pack.

He'd pondered over what they'd do today, perhaps he could show the male around a bit? Share a few conversations, a few laughs? The possibilities were endless. The prince sat himself down on the earthy floor below, posture remaining tall in pride. 'I hope he likes me, I don't want to creep him out.' Almost a little conceded, the boy knew he had a certain grace to him. One might even say he was charismatic, it'd take a bit of effort to ever dislike someone so well-mannered. 'I can't wait!' trying his best to remain patient, the Tainn held a rather large grin on his muzzle.  

Darrah's friend showed his face within moments. The adolescent maintained his grin as Beren approached him. To the boy, it seemed as if he was holding back from something, but what? "I've missed you too, Beren!" He leaned in a little closer, nudging him on the cheek. It seemed as though the dark male was just as excited to be in his presence. 'I'm glad.' his tail swayed calmly in the breeze, this truly was a blissful moment for him.

"No plans for today, I was just wondering if you'd be available to keep me company." He jokingly frowned at the male, though what he had said was no joke at all. "I'd love to go on a walk!" A short travel was bound to do him some good, growing accustom to lazing about all day was sure not suited for the life of a prince. Again, Beren seemed a bit hesitant. What was going on with him? 'It couldn't be that he's nervous. If anything, I should be the one holding back!' Darrah tried his best to maintain a 'cool' demeanor, being his usual over-dramatic self would surely scare his new friend off. Though he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with this act forever. 'What will happen then..?' It saddened him to think about.

The 'spot' Beren mentioned surely caught the young Tainn's attention, where could he of been talking about? "I'd like to see that place for sure, sounds interesting!" He'd hoped there'd be nice scenery. Darrah's eyes were always open to new star-gazing locations. "Let's get going!"

The question unsettled the Tainn and he wondered if answering honestly would be in his best interest. Climb the ranks? How far? If Berren had schemed to one day rule the Bend, well, that'd be unacceptable! Oak Tree Bend was his father's pack, and it wouldn't be too long before Darrah himself took upon that role. It would be a shame to watch the pair get physical over the matter but, the true heir to the throne would do what he must. No matter the circumstances. 'I've worked so damn hard for this, surely he knows.. Why is he...?'

He listened further before passing judgement, perhaps matters weren't as dreadful as he'd assumed. The man wanted to prove himself, all was well with that. It was a completely understandable feeling that Darrah too felt at times. But wasn't there another way? Perhaps claiming a role within the pack? The Bend could use a teacher, and with recent events definitely a Guardian. Could't that prove his worth? He wanted so badly to get indignant toward his friend, but Berren's next words made him fall short of the action.

”I don’t wanna let you down, Darrah.”

If there was one complete sentence the prince could one-hundred percent relate to, this would be it. How often had Darrah found himself laboring away trying to impress his parents, Zera, and everyone else? Too often. "How far..?" His voice grew muffled. Challenging Triell, or even Drestig would be too far for the raven-yearling to accept though, perhaps his uncle Hotei would be fine. Horrible thought, but the boy had never been close with that specific wolf. "Do you.. Plan to take my dads spot?" he held back a snarl, knowing his friend was experiencing something rough and needed dire support.