He had made the right call. The son of the Alpha was an important friend to make. He knew from experiance that the son of the pack leader would always have specal perks. Certain rights thatn fell short for other wolves. More importantly getting on Isardis' brood good side would make it easier to be welcomed into the pack.
"a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir Genesis." he saw something in the boy that he had only ever seen in himself. Resentment. Resentment toward himself. He prayed that the pup would find the same thing he had. That there was no reason to hate ho he was, but rather hate everyone that wanted to change it. Hate everyone that saw only failure in him. Even if it meant hating his own blood. It would make him stronger, make him feared.
"tell me young prince, do you have many enemies?" He asked, his voice low and quiet.
"A prince always has enemies of course, but who holds their place in the darkest corners of your heart?"