Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140702040002/@comment-24878368-20140719011719

Ragnar looks towards Draven as he sits near him, "You good?" his voice comes out quietly as if almost a whisper, in between slow heavy breaths. He then reached his hand out and moved his fingers slightly, Kaila's nose almost instantly appearing in his palm. Looking at her he smiles slightly and pets her muzzle. Hearing Dravens question, Ragnar reaches into one of the pouches he has been carrying with him and pulls out a small (by space marine standards) piece of charred meat. "Doesnt taste great but it makes the pangs go away." He says as he walks over to hand the chunk to Draven.

Ragnar looks at the tyranid's head as it rolls towards himself and Draven, then stifles a small chortle. (internal Thoughts: So there is a bit of humor in this group, good.) Hearing Ansgar's order to regroup Ragnar racks the slide on his Bolter and begins to walk towards Ansgar. Then he noticed the humans, (IT):''How are they not exhausted? How were they able to hold the line when a beast such as this one would easily have cut through a hundred guardsmen? Something doesnt smell right here. ''

Taking her place beside Ragnar, Kaila senses her masters sudden unease and places herself beside him and lightly nudges his hand. His response was automatic, yet still held the same care and gentleness she had known her whole life. Something was definitely bothering him though, and it had something to do with the "others" who had been following them. She knew who her Alpha was but these outsiders, bore no smells of pack brethren, no hint of home stained there smell, the many armed one had only the smell of machine and distaste on him. The others who had come before were dead this she knew, she had seen them die and felt her masters sorrow when they fell. These new ones who had come second seemed enough of a pack for the moment, her master seemed to ease with the red one more then the others. But these new men, these lesser subordinates, were the cause of her masters unease she could taste it on his scent. Moving to place herself between the subordinates and her master Kaila moves a wary eye between these lesser men.

Ragnar dispelled his thoughts for now when Kaila's nuzzle came again at his hand. IT:''She can tell something is getting to me. She always had a knack for knowing my true heart. ''"Brother Ansgar, What is our next course of action? I am ready to leave this filth and destruction behind me."