Duskfire Glacier mark how the tempest roars

"Good." He breathed. "It is how I feel. They are Duskfires by blood, like you and I." Except that he no longer considered Maktaza worthy of the name. Moving on. "We should stand united, together." His brows pinched, a frown touching his maw. 

"Although...Veteran...he is especially close with Issoratuyok. I don't trust the man. It makes me wonder, given him or us, who our half brother would stand by." His hackles lifted again, this time more fully. It was the thought of the northerner that made his anger flare some. "We will challenge him, one day. He has no right to our father's title. He might even be enjoying it too much, while his kin pour in, while we mourn our losses."