Phoenix Maplewood so, what are you gonna do?

Kigipigak heard something and paused. The sound came from an approaching figure, so he stood on guard in case it was Rokkvi on patrol (or someone, something worse). As they came closer Kigipigak recognized them. It wasn't Arktoi as he had initially suspected. This boy held the colors of autumn's aggregate across his coat. He was scowling—and finally Kigipigak saw the resemblance between the boy and his mother.

Kigipigak— The man clarified quickly. It was not quick enough. Vex shot back, What're you doin' here? Hah! As if his piss lined the forest's floor. Kigipigak was suprised to have found him so far from his mother and he wondered if she was chasing after him, intent on keeping him on a short leash. They could have bonded over a similar sort of circumstances had Kigipigak put in the effort.

I go where I please, which was a lie but hey, Kigipigak was getting better at that every day. Your mother know you're out here? He countered in the same breath, his sneer broad, although hardly malicious. The healthy ribbing of boys playing at being men.