Horizon Ridge Minor planet

It was all a matter of perception, for while Onyx believed it was his anger that made him better, Kevlyn knew it was so much more than that. He hadn't been exposed to other children besides his siblings in their earliest days, but would find their open curiosity and playfulness laughable if only he'd known. Caiaphas had stripped him of those desires, and Spyridon's perfection was enough to motivate Kevlyn to attain the same. He was like a soldier, and other kids were just fools.

Of course, he no longer cared what Onyx thought of him, or what her opinion on children was. Her statement went unanswered, if only because he was outraged that she would ask questions about his pack with that presumptuous tone of hers. To suggest he was miserable in his home when there was nothing to indicate it had bothered him and, like the child he was, he had let that small flame grow into an inferno, being unable to control such emotions.

"You wouldn't un'erstand," he said haughtily, turning on his perch and readying himself to return to the Sound, where wolves weren't so damn nosy. "To know what it's like to be better, you have to be better. You obviously ain't." With that, the stuffy pup practically turned his nose up at her and strut off the way he'd came, back to the Sound where apparently, boys were treated poorly.