Mind over Matter

The young man was pissed off and quite angered. Why had they left Ebony? Katja, the spirit of Raisa, everyone?! His birth home! Ixionn couldn't understand how all his littermates were so okay with this change. His old pack was his everything- like a wife to him. And his father had to take that all away! How dare he? So, the boy had asked his dad to meet him at the Rustling Thicket to talk about all this. To get everything straight, and to be able to yell and ask why in the world he'd walk away from such a nice pack. Of course he knew nothing about the quite evil plans of Ebony- but still. He wanted to grow into that pack. To be part of it. To grow through the ranks and become Katja...as the little boy stomped on through the thicket, he kicked up dust and snapped at the air aimlessly.
Growling and jumping around the dusty path that led to his father, Ixionn muttered curses and continued to kick up the dust. He dug his thorned paws into the earth and hissed a few new curses, before sweeping leaves and tearing up dew-covered vegetation beginning to grow over the previously frosty winter air. He felt so much pressure settled down onto his shoulders- and he was so confused and flustered. The spirit of his dear mother rested within Ebony- and the spirit of Raisa. So many wolves he'd miss and so many he would love to still be with. Suddenly he bumped into something skinny and boney- yet covered in fur. He drank in the air and looked up, eyeing his dad. Immediately he began to snarl with his teeth snapping at his father quickly. Red gems would burn with hate, and slowly his paws would carry his back enough so he could look directly up at his father.
How could you?! I loved Ebony! EVERYONE DID! Just because you don't like Katja doesn't mean you need to pull everyone away from her! Hate lingered in his voice like ashes in a forest. He quickly dropped his little rump to the ground and kicked up dirt around him, letting out a quiet sneeze before proceeding to glare up at his father.
"Speech"