Not what I expected

The sound of pounding paws coming up behind him did little to deter or alarm Saracyn, who maintained his frosty disposition all throughout Chade getting up in his face and trying to intimidate him. In fact, it actually incensed the near-yearling, his fur bristling at this lowborn wolf acting high and mighty. "Oooh, little runt wanna try playing the tough guy, huh?" he snarled back in Chade's face, lips peeling away from jagged shark-like teeth in a display of dominance and power. His tail flagged high over his back, pressing closer to boast his greater height over the other pup. "You think I don't see the way you two try to weasel your way in where you don't belong? Acting like my parents will ever look at you the way they look at me and my sister? It's disgusting—pathetic, really. You're both nothing but leeches sucking away at what isn't yours."

With every word he spoke, Saracyn fronted on Chade more, pushing forward to either bump his chest into the other wolf's, forcing him to either take steps back or try to hold his ground against the volatile prince. Cold cobalt eyes leered with malice and hate for the wretch before him. "You want to hear it plainly? Fine. You and your brother are useless wastes of life that never had a family worth keeping and never will. You should have taken the hint the first time around and just died out there in the wilderness. You're more useful as a meal to a bigger predator than trying to squeeze your way into a family that doesn't want you." Saracyn snapped his jaws in front of Chade's face with a threatening growl. "Is that plain enough for you, Blueberry?"

Without saying a word or giving away a tell, Saracyn had already begun shifting his stance and positioning his paws. He was preparing to strike out at Chade if the other wolf got ballsy and took a swing for him. Secretly, he hoped he did. He wanted to put the other wolf flat on his face then have a reason to bring his parents' wrath down on the boys for trying to attack the alpha family. He was daring Chade to make the first move, daring him to take the bait. He wanted the fight. He wanted to hurt him.

"Saracyn Mendacium"