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

Oh, she understood now. They were not digging a single den but separate sleeping spots, so unlike the shared space of her family. Lilitu bit back a sudden, desperate longing for her sister and smiled at Wraen's praise, hunkering down just as she was instructed. It was still a little shallow, so she rose once more and dug, trying to make everything even.

Isn't it going to be cold underneath the snow? Lilitu asked. Her pads were a little numb, as was her nose where it had brushed against the frozen ground. Still, she circled and curled up again, and this time, it seemed satisfactory.

But she lifted her nose regardless, peering over at Wraen's indentation. Do the snow giants make dens like these, too? she asked, still not quite grasping the concept that these beings were composed of the snow and ice, rather than things that lived among it. I bet they probably like sleeping in them. 

A lot better than she did, so far—but whether it was the impending storm or her muscles tired from digging, Lilitu was beginning to get sleepy, nonetheless. Her eyelids drooped; mere slivers of yellow cut through the gathering flakes in her aunt's direction.