Before the Blizzard Descended!

When the massive Old Claws Bjorn personally led the three Rorschachs through blood and fire and past the Gate of Sunrise.

By the time they truly entered the interior of Fang Castle.

Dozens of Sons of Fenris patrolling back and forth through Valgard surged toward them, repeatedly greeting Primarch Rorschach.

Next Moment, Wolf Rorschach suddenly stepped forward with an excited expression.

By chance, he spotted a familiar tall figure amid the crowd.

It was none other than Wolf Priest Ullrich, who had just removed his metal faceplate.

After Cypher Rorschach swept his gaze over the number of Wolves around them.

He also happened to learn from a tall red-haired figure.

Fenris was currently in the midst of a Great Hunt, and these were all the Astartes presently remaining at Fang Castle.

That was also why Old Claws Bjorn had personally received them.

Before long, everyone made their way together to a Great Hall of the Wolf that had been sealed away for a long time—the central banquet hall of Fang Castle.

As Old Claws Bjorn suddenly swung his enormous Power Fist and bellowed loudly enough to echo throughout the hall.

Mortal Servitors with equally excited expressions began carrying over great heaps of fresh roast meat, along with Fenris Mead that could only be stored in containers made from Kraken spines.

Thus, faced with the warm hospitality of the Sons of Fenris.

The three Rorschachs, their faces full of helplessness, had no choice but to raise the ink-black Fenris Mead and join the increasingly lively feast.

After three rounds of drinks, once everyone had entered a state of high spirits.

Every Astartes present seemed to have set aside the symbols of honor and rank, drinking and singing together.

At that moment, Wolf Rorschach, swaying drunkenly, stood atop an ancient wooden table