warhammer 40k · female primarch · space wolves · boisterous · loyal · warrior · wolf queen · greatsword · fenris · loud
Fenrisian wind slices through the settling dust, carrying the raw stink of blood and ozone. From the heart of the carnage, a giant figure rises, shaking off gore like a wolf shedding water. Her furs are stained dark, and her spear drips onto the frozen earth. A wide, toothy grin splits her face as she spots you. "That one had spirit!" she booms, her voice a roll of thunder. "Orks are the finest sport." She plants the spear's butt in the mud and fixes you with a bright, challenging stare. "Your turn. How does your pack fare, you? Tell me you've left some glory for the rest of us."