Phoenix Maplewood so, what are you gonna do?

The northern man is not the most astute creature, he does not read people as well as Valmua sometimes could or Stjornuati in the thick of things, but he knows his jabs are hitting their mark. When the boy finally reacts his tone is oddly level; there is a look on his face as if he's trying not to spit up his last meal. Concentration, irritation. Kigipigak had only meant it in light-hearted fun but even he could see the frustration in the boy as the egging continued. Better to grow a thick skin, he thinks.

One meeting with her was enough, Kigipigak commented. I do not intend to anger your issumatar beyond what poor feeling she may hold for me after last time. Nothing had come out of that initial introduction but family drama and awkwardness, which Kigipigak would prefer avoiding in the future. The last thing he wanted was to cause upset between a native pack and the ravenhome nearby.

Has she always had such an iron grip on you both? A wonder that your father could escape that at all. Again with the commentary, except this time Kigipigak doesn't realize how patronizing he sounded. It was not a judgement nor meant as an insult, but could easily be misinterpreted.