[h2]Tanngrisnir[/h2]

Russ growled as the enemies that remained in the land of the living disappeared, leaving only the cooling bodies. An outright invasion of the ship, the unexpected appearance of none other than Bjorn the Fell-Handed, and still no remotely challenging fight. This was pathetic; she'd have had more fun just wrestling either of her brothers than on this ship. With fighting not an option, and no army to lead, that left two other pursuits open for the mean time: eating and drinking. 

Deciding that the chance of an attack was so remote as to be non-existent after the Shadow Eternity's current failure, the shrunken Primarch headed towards the crew quarters, girl and two enormous wolves ignoring the fighters outside the passenger area as they made to pass.