[i]'Well he's upset. I figured he would be, seeing as the one who summoned me said he was not fit to care for the rest of the pack. Part of that must be that he does not like caring for things. . . .'[/i] The beast rolls it's head around, trying to get a better angle on the prince, however he stops when the man stands, making his agitation all the more pronounced. [i]'I hope he is not the violent kind. I am sturdy, but I do not like the idea of fighting with the one I am suppose to be helping. . . .'[/i] A moment after thinking this he is unceremoniously taken from the summoner and swept out of the room. Turning his head around he looks up at the prince, a little uneasy because the boy is letting his feet dangle. Not a pleasant way to be carried.

He tires to bring his paws up but the boy seems too intent on something else, ignoring him completely. With a defeated grunt he hangs loose, just waiting for the ride to end. When it finally does end it is just as unpleasant as the ride itself, if not more so. Ratel are not jumpers, and flying through the air is not something he's done very often. However landing on the surprisingly soft surface is a little more pleasant. With a huff he sniffs at the bed, pawing at it here and there before smacking it a few times just to see what will happen.

His small ears perk up at the sound of the young man's voice and his exploration is put on hold. Turning towards the youth he tilts his head. [i]'Doesn't want me? Well, I figured as much. I would say it is odd he is saying it to my face, but then again, I am still just a beast to him, so that idea does not carry through in this case'[/i] Walking to the edge of the bed closest to the prince he sits down, tilting his head in the other direction as he listens. One they they have observed from humans over the years is that it's considered polite to look at someone when they are talking to you, so the beast endeavors to do so.

His head comes up a little higher as he hears his name for the first time, blinking his eyes slowly. [i]'Darcell. I like it. Sounds strong. Like an ancient hero or something. Darcell. . .I am Darcell. . . .'[/i] He rolls the name around in his head for a second before bowing his head low in thanks. Letting out a little growl bark the newly named Darcell rolls onto his back playfully, wondering if the man is still young enough to be taken in by what the beasts have come to call “The cute factor.” He highly doubts it, but it doesn't hurt to try. [i]'Come on. At least give me a chance. I am sure I am fun to play with!'[/i] Though the man can not hear his words, it doesn't stop him from trying to voice them. His paws peddle in the air,t he sharp claws tucked back to he looks less threatening.