This was only step one

Through the entirety of his mother's call to action, Saracyn had to resist sighing and rolling his eyes like a bored pup being told to sit still. Why did they all have to be here for this? Sure, he had some skills to work on, but did this really have to be a pack wide meeting for that? He did like the idea of seeing the slackers in Elysium punished, wondering just how his mother and father would go about handling the insubordinate. Would they maim them? Scar them? Take appendages and limbs? The thoughts excited the boy, and his tail began to subconsciously wag at the mental images that played in his head. He was mostly disregarding the assignment of ranks that Manea handed out to the other wolves, huffing and tapping his paw while he waited for this to be over so he could get back to training.

Manea then announced Avacyn as the heir to the pack and the future Matriarch of the Mendacium family and Saracyn's expression tightened, but he still stamped his paws in applause for his twin sister all the same. He was proud of her, but jeez, did it sometimes feel like a slap in the face to know that she was the one getting all the attention, promise, and power just because she hadn't been born with a cock and balls. Saracyn quietly wondered if his father ever felt this way being subject to his mother. Alastor was significantly larger and stronger than Manea was; Sara was sure that if he did desire control of the pack, it'd take no effort for him to take it by force. So why was he content being second? What sort of sway did Manea have over him that kept him happy being subjugated by her?

So lost in his pouting was Saracyn that he almost missed Manea announcing him as Gnatus, a special support, confidant, and right hand man to Avacyn. Bright cobalt eyes blinked wide in surprise while he turned to look at his mother, mouth opening and closing a few times while he tried and failed to say something. She'd created a unique role just for him. Well shit, now he felt guilty for feeling envious of his sister's rank and power. He managed a grateful smile back to his mother, then turned and leered a sinister smirk out toward Chade. He wanted the orphan to see him in his seat of power beside his family. With a little scoot of his hips, Saracyn moved himself closer to Avacyn's side, already settling into his role as her consigliere. He had more than enough reason now to focus on mastering his skills and the art of killing.

"Saracyn Mendacium"