Duskfire Glacier a matter of honor

there comes the deep, long bow of blackfell's head before his cousin. a merciful show of respect that could only be pried from him; no other, not after the hellscape he had come from. respect not earned would not be given from the man, not again. never again.
but before he turns to go, he sets stern gaze on the man. looking to his green eyes, feeling the burn of camaraderie in his crimson. should he come, blackfell sets his jaw, nods his head, you will have me, cousin. a vow. solemn, before the moon and stars that shone bright upon them tonight. blackfell felt a thrill to think of what it would be like when he tore the throat from sun eater. it would be his victory. and he would fight a long, cruel war just to see it come.
a moment, a beat, passes.
then he relents, turns upon four thick paws and begins to follow after the woman called sulukinak.