Morningside Cuesta the music's too loud

Kigipigak sort-of regretted his impromtu visit; the mother figure did not appear pleased with the goings-on of her children, and even if she accepted what the trio was saying, he doubted she would release her iron grip from their proverbial tethers long enough to let them make an escape. Still, he wasn't ready to leave yet. Both the youthful Tartok wolves held promise—and they were willful, wanting to roam and do their own thing independently of their parent, which was something Kigipigak could relate to. It was something his mother had accepted about himself and nurtured, opposite to how this beastly woman behaved with her offspring.

The boy insisted that he go; he sounded quite sure of himself, unlikely to be deterred by anything Arbiter would say next. Haunt too, insisting she wanted to go find her father—to find answers, which made Kigipigak feel more awkward, as he did not know where such things may hide. He sank back a few steps, giving the family some space to squabble.

When there was quiet, he piped up again.

I see why Kaertok would choose to build a family here with you! Your children are strong-willed, a good trait for those of Tartok. With such energy we can find your answers. He spoke candidly to Arbiter but the tail-end of that shifted to Haunt, a smile on his face. Come, little hunter, bring your brother—there is still plenty of daylight left for a little adventure.

He stepped away quickly as he said this, now wanting the surly woman's teeth to snare upon his scruff or anything; she likely did not appreciate being talked over by Kigipigak, and he felt especially self concious knowing he was facing the threatening aura (and more importantly the teeth) of a possessive issumatar.