Lion Head Mesa acquiescent

The defiant set of the shadow's shoulders told Sayf that talking was not something he wanted to do. It didn't deter the fellahin, though; he was content to sit in silence and offer only his presence, at least for as long as the other man would allow. 

But then he spoke, and the coyote's gaze moved to study the man's profile. Why can't you seek vengeance? he asked after a short pause. If they were going to war, why did it matter why anyone chose to fight?