"Agreed Dominous." Moros said with a nod and a smile. There was a strange detachment in his voice and posture when his dead chapter brother was mentioned as if it had not bothered him.

Moros approached the Dark Angel and patted him on the shoulder "You're chapter and you're brothers mistakes do not define you. You have done your duty continue and you are free of their burdens." Moros said it with a remarkable amount of compassion in his often cold and somber voice. As he removed his hand he moved past the dark angel and knelt down to his brother crushing his skull into fragments and ripping the brain from the stem. As he did this the blood messy was devoured by him with a disturbing amount of ease. He wiped the gore from his face and said nothing before turning back and preparing for his scouting expedition.

He pulled his wolf pelt tighter around him then readjusted the wolf head to cover his face. He placed his sword again on his back and underneath he smiled wildly. With a sudden burst he was sprinting off into the distance with remarkable agility. He vaulted obstacles and moved quietly thanks to his light Mark VI suit. It had been designed to fit the body and lend to scouting or stealth operations. No surprise was found that it had always been his choice suit and this one had many stories to tell from it's scratches and dents some kept just a reminder and a memorial to the battle it was from.