Well. he thought as the puppy threw a giant sized fit, kicking the earth with a paw before he picked her up and held her close. At least she allowed him to do that with minimal resistance. Of course, if he had really wanted to grab her, and she had really wanted to resistance, he had a feeling he knew which would win - the frantic, wiggling kid, of course.
He asked of her something big and terrible, and he looked at her with solemn eyes. “You don't have to be an Abraxas to be a Klein” he told her, hiding most of the derision in his voice. He had never thought well of the Abraxas’s, with their god-fart religion, and mightier than thou attitude - not because they were stronger, but because their bloodline was blessed by a god. Please, strength showed true.
“You want to leave? Did you want to go right now?” he asked the small pup, forcing her to consider her words. “Do you know somewhere else sheltered from the volcano, where you won’t be breathing in sulfur and ash?” he asked her curiously.