Mind over Matter

Surprisingly his father didn't seem to be mad that he was yelling and throwing loud, disrespectful tones at him. That was something that he was indeed relieved with. But he didn't show it. Instead, he continued to growl aggressively, the hairs along his spine lifting. He lifted his tail slowly and carried on glaring up at his father, until words slipped from his maw. "Ixionn....I want you to listen to me closely, can you do that?" Instead of refusing- he considered whatever his father was going to tell him important. It better be, or else the boy would go off. Buttons would be pushed and he'd probably be disciplined. Snorting and rolling his eyes, the boy nodded bluntly and crossed his paws delicately. He puffed out his chest and narrowed his crimson red eyes to his massive father, who soon began to explain everything after the young boy got comfortable.
Everything seemed so nice in this pack Abaven. He'd be a prince once Quelt became the alpha...but he was confused. Bass was the pack leader! Would he challenge him, or would he have to wait as a beta of Abaven? Just in case the boy didn't like how this all sounded, he continued to glare and growl softly, brows furrowing slowly. He kicked lightly at the sandy earth and wrinkled his nose up as it blurred his vision. But at the same time he thought hard about this all. What was this about taking in slaves? Being an enemy to his family? The young man let out another disgusted snort, feeling a bit threatened. He immediately shot to his paws and began to pace in front of his father while being quite deep in thought. Abaven, a pack in which he was confused about. Or Ebony...his birth pack. The place in which he desired to grow and live, but was said to gradually be growing dark.
Ixionn's pacing ceased and he looked up at his father, a confused look crossing his face. He rolled his shoulders and curled his lips back with disgust, bunching his fur and stiffening his body. Finally a few words drove his jaws apart smoothly. How do you know Quelt will become the alpha? Bass is alpha! And how do you know I will even become a prince or a heir...? Tail was held proudly over his head at he stared up at his father, crimson-hued eyes narrowing yet again. Not once did he smile, not once did he even think about it. He was outraged, and still was, even after the statement made by his father.
"Speech"