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.