Stories before battle...

The Iron Priest and his thralls were working diligently assembling the missle launcher arm to the Dreadnought of the First Great Company.

The Xenos are large. I should be amongst them as fast as possible.

"You will be among them soon enough with our current plan for deployment."

Your current plan is too slow.

"I know it was the Tyranids that cut your thread, brother, but I am the Jarl now and you will do as I command." Bran Redmaw walked to the front of the great Dreadnought Absalon Angrensen. "Count yourself lucky that our Iron Priest was able to repair you so quickly after our last battle."

Bran Redmaw turned and began to walk out of the large room where Absalon stayed. "We have been through many battles. Over a hundred years worth. The Great Wolf has sent us and two other companies to take this world. So far it has been only us that are proving our worth." Redmaw stopped at the large exit and turned back to Absalon. "You will get your fill of killing the Tyranids, brother. You will get your revenge."

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The clashing in the practice cage was fierce and fast. Tolvar had built a good sweat after being in the cage for many hours. Once done, he opened the door to leave.

"You are looking slow in your old age, brother." Snorted Two-Toes as he grabed his weapon to enter the cage. The fresh scars over the left side of his face were still new to him and his pack.

"Try to keep your balance, you ugly bastard."

"Compared to you, I am a blurr of precision."

Tolvar bared his teeth with a laugh. "Where was your precision on the battlefield, brother?"

If he was hurt by the comment, no one could tell. Two-Toes went into the practice cage and remained there for four hours working on his combat skills so that he may never be the only wolf to fall in his pack again. When he was finally finished, he exited the cage to a waiting Tolvar.

"Four hours, brother?"

"Yes. I recognize my failings and I am working to correct it."

Tolvar Tolvarsen stood and walked to his brother, claping him on the shoulder. "The traitors wounds upon you was a lucky strike. One that no one in the pack could have stopped. Well, no one other than me." Tolvar bared his teeth, smiled and began walking with his wolf brother. "Today we are going into battle with the Rune Priest Magnus Murkvinter. Feeling the cold winds he will bring will refresh us all on this world."

"Who is he replacing?"

"Jannek."

"He will not be happy."

"He is the newest and will learn his place in the pack. Perhaps you could tell him some tales to take his mind off of it?"

"Perhaps." Two-Toes turned to go down a seperate hallway. He was a few feet down the hall when he yelled over his shoulder. "Perhaps not."

Tolvar smiled as he kept walking.

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After being the only pack to be defeated in their last battle, Halvard Halfwolf was hard on his pack after the recovery from their wounds. There was no rest for them. Their training was rigorous and their thirst for prey had grown.

"Godvin." Godvin Gammelhall walked up to the Wolf Guard. "Let your brothers know that we will be going into battle today with Brynjolf Blasjo. He will be replacing Preben. Let them know the winds of Fenris will have followed us here this day. Our Rune Priest brother will bring the lightning and the mighty jaws of the Fenris wolves to our enemy."

"Yes, brother."