Negasonic teenage warhead

This is a continuation of the tail end of the No Disrespect challenge thread. Just starting a new one so that one's not cluttered.

Pyrrhic had seen Tsarvix glaring at those around them while they waited for the challenge to be answered. While he didn't mind the man acting as a deterrent when they were just loafing about, right now he was on a mission. He'd learned at a young age that you were more likely to make friends and get what you want if you were nice. Having a glaring bodyguard (as opposed to a friend or an acquaintance) at his side would undermine his niceness. "It can't always end in a brawl, I suppose." At this Pyrrhic canted his head to the side amicably. He would have to concede her point. It couldn't always end that way, not when anyone could get their paws on a pack, even those unwilling to fight for it. "They can't, no, but they should in my opinion. If you're not willing to fight for it, why have it in the first place?" As for her question, he answered, "Neither, but if I'm going to succeed my father someday and be a ruler myself, I need to be here for things like this." He'd been quite lucky to be close by when the challenging call went up. Had he been in Auster he would have been oblivious to this leadership change. It made him wonder what else the Abraxas missed by being so far away. Perhaps living so far from the mortals wasn't so great after all. "How about you? Did you come here to support Ignatius?" Part of him hoped so. It might mean now that Ignatius was no longer alpha the woman could be swayed somewhere else. Pyrrhic was, perhaps, a tad overconfident. After all, he was a god and Tsarvix was living proof of his success with mortals. What mortal alpha could possibly make a better choice than a godling? "I'm Pyrrhic, by the way. Pyrrhic Abraxas. And this" he said as he motioned to Tsarvix, "Is Tsarvix." "Pyrrhic" "Benkos"