Even by BloodClaws criteria, recently adjusted to the effectiveness of the Wulfen Cup, Lars was considered a wildling. Ragnar's armor creaked as he deliberately climbed the hill. The servos and gyro stabilizers worked hard to maintain balance on this long slope, and the armored legs dug in a lot as the Space Marine moved. One Ragnar was delighted by the cool, clear air and the beauty of the surroundings. His muscles didn't feel tired. Armor seems to have done most of the marching work for him and he can walk forever if he wants to. He heard Sven growl in front of him. Canis Spiral seemed to distort his thoughts in strange ways. He talks to himself more, complains more, and usually wears a dark anaura. That's it, Ragnar thought, shrugging. It took Ragnar longer to settle into his current sense of well-being than Sven's misery. Of course, Ragnar told himself that none of them saw the beast within them awaken. He fully understood that he was not angry, but that he was ready to make some
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