Broken Antler Fen [BWP] Why is Jim treating the magician poorly?

Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to keep track of each and every one of Wraen's instructions. Not too deep, snow falls, cocoon, she muttered under her breath, following the path of her aunt's gaze. Peephole. Okay! Her voice rose once more, accompanied by an enthusiastic nod.

It was probably better to be away from the den, anyway. She knew her mother would find something dangerous about a snow den—like it would collapse and crush her or something. And then she'd stop them, and the fun would be over. . .

Trying not to think of that, Lilitu began to dig in the spot that Wraen had selected, taking care not to be too fervent about it. Not too deep, not too deep, she chanted to herself, then broke out into a little tune— Not too deep, not too deep, just enough for us to sleep, just enough for us to keep. . .

She glanced up at Wraen, slightly giddy, a giggle in her voice. . . .warm, she finished lamely. She'd barely made a dent in the thick snow; hopefully she was getting plenty of help from the more skilled wolf on the scene.