I was born on the frozen plains of Fenris,

a child of ice and wolves.

Raised by the pack,

my first breaths were storms, my first steps were hunts.

I grew tall under the shadow of the mountains,

my hands learned the weight of axes before I could run.

The wind howled lessons into my ears,

my blood roared with every falling snow.

I was a boy…

and the world already demanded I be a wolf.

The first battle came as the sky turned gray,

I felt the earth tremble beneath my pack.

Flesh and steel, fire and fury…

I stood among giants and felt smaller than the frost.

Yet something awakened—a voice inside:

"You are the Great Wolf now."

Steel bites, blood spills,

I hear the cries of my brothers.

Every strike, every roar,

binds me to the pack, binds me to Fenris.

I am Logan Grimnar, the Great Wolf,

and the pack obeys my call.

In Fenris’ shadow, we rise, we hunt,

no enemy survives, none escape my wrath.

Years have carved lines in my face,

but my heart still beats like the first hunt.

I carry the legacy of Leman Russ,

a shadow behind every swing of my axe.

The ice does not forgive,

the wolves do not falter.

I have seen brothers fall,

I have felt the sting of betrayal,

yet in every wound, I find strength—

the blood of Fenris flows eternal in me.

I am the Great Wolf,

I am the storm, I am the hunt.

Steel bites, blood spills,

I hear the cries of my brothers.

Every strike, every roar,

binds me to the pack, binds me to Fenris.

I am Logan Grimnar, the Great Wolf,

and the pack obeys my call.

In Fenris’ shadow, we rise, we hunt,

no enemy survives, none escape my wrath.

I remember the child I was…

I remember the storms…

Now I am the storm.

Ooooooh… ooooooh…

The pack howls with me,

Fenris trembles beneath our feet…

I am Logan Grimnar, the Great Wolf,

Fenris’ fury in my veins.

The pack rises, the enemies fall,

I am the hunt, I am eternal,

I am the Great Wolf!

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The snow whispers my name…

the wolves remember…

I am Logan Grimnar.