Learns new language

'I am Horus, primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, the Luna Wolves. Who are you?'

'You are wolf?' said the warrior. Lips peeled back from sharp teeth.

'We are both wolf, I am named Leman, King of the Russ.' Russ slapped his chest as if the title were noteworthy. 'But I am more than this, think I.' He became thoughtful 'I have always knowed I not of Fenris.'

'Known,' said Horus.

'Ja,' said the warrior king, 'Sorry, I learned your language only five days ago.'

Horus raised an eyebrow at that. It was an impressive feat.

'You know of the Crusade?' said Horus. The room had been set out for a meeting of minds. There were comfortable chairs in the room made for a primarch's stature. They both remained standing.

'I do know of this war. The… Emperor?' he said, again slightly questioningly. 'He has told me what I am, and what I made for.'

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