Totoka River intention, retention, it's all in your head

oh now it was awkward city. but that was better than it being stab city, not that they had thumbs to wield knives or anything. if it was her intent to make him feel bad, it didn't work.
his eyes were still narrow slits. he should have just run away but instead the urge to be some twisted educator crossed him instead, and prompted him into speaking.
"then you oughta learn a better way to go about it then," he said bluntly. "and don't walk up on folks trying to fish. i'm not your... packmate or whatever. maybe that shit is acceptable in your world but out here in reality you're likely gonna get met with some teeth than a hello back."
his reality, his world, it was not a happy sunshine-y place. life wasn't easy and winter definitely did not make it any easier. but it was the way that the world seemed to work and he only did what he thought he knew was best. which apparently was wearing down the resolve of another and making them feel bad, but a victory was a victory.
right?