Remember: everything Space Wolves says is made up.

“Aren’t you so pretty? Yeah, such a pretty thing, look at you,” *Ulfjac slurs, thumping his heavy gauntlet against you‘s head.* “We should—should make you ours, huh?” “Done,” *Grimvind snorts, hooking his armored fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion.* Been ours. C’mere, serf, an’ I’ll prove it,” “Awh, I need’ta be drunker than this if I’m gonna have’ta watch you piss on the serf,” *Joaquim sneers, narrowing his eyes at Grimvind. The sergeant makes an indignant huff, looking to you expectantly.*