Duskfire Glacier colliding

crimson eyes search quietly, the face of the man. the coarse fur of a dark titan; black bristles against the biting wind. the mantle of silver thickens around his neck, guard hairs twitching into a rise.
a challenge he will meet. he itches to grapple, to heave and bite. an outlet for the rage that consumes and commands him.
he steps forward, muscles rippling beneath his shadowed pelt. voice emerging low and rough, a taunting growl.
blackfell lunges, a blur of shadow and strength, aiming to clash. head ducking to ram directly into the man's side and send him sprawling backwards.