Hrafnkel - Interior: Though all Gloriana-class vessels followed a similar pattern of interior construction, the Space Wolves had made the ship their own as much as they possibly could. They tore it bloodily from the grasp of reason and refashioned it in their superstitious tribal image. Other Space Marine Legions favoured polished stone, gleaming metal and glass to line their halls. The Space Wolves covered the metal walls of their flagship with carved wood and bone sheets so large they could only have been harvested from monsters.The greater halls had elaborate interiors of wolf-headed posts and wooden panelling decorated with entwined beasts whose contortions inevitably ended in the fanged mouths of their fellows. Even lesser hallways too unimportant for wholesale decoration acknowledged the barbaric character of the VI Legion: mossy rocks in bubbling pools of water, bunches of dried herbs tied up in bundles hanging from the ceiling, primitive weapons chained to the walls, as if imprisoned.For all its size, the Hrafnkel had the atmosphere of a Fenrisian tribal chieftain's hall, giving the illusion of a savage kin's demesne. The air was scented with smoke and poorly preserved meat, herbs, burned fat, wet fur, and the hot, musky smell of animals sleeping in their dens. Its corridors were as likely to be lit by flickering torches as they were lumen strips or biolume panels. Fire bowls guttered in the suction winds of atmospheric recycler units, the walls behind them furred with soot. The Vlka Fenryka, the Space Wolves themselves, preferred the ship's interior to be dark, for they believed too much light dulled the senses.The deck spaces of the Hrafnkel, vast as cityscapes, constantly heaved with activity. Hundreds of thousands of naval ratings, Space Wolves thralls and Servitors worked to status-sweep the colossal voidship from its last translation out of the Warp and prep it for the next immaterial transfer. Deck plates and interior struts were constantly examined and reinforced. Powerlines were tested. In some stretches of companionway, inspection plates would be lifted in forty or fifty-metre-long trenches. In the lofty arming chambers, veritable cathedrals of war, automated hoists raised payloads of void munitions from the armoured magazines to delivery points where gunnery trains coiled like sea-worms, waiting to thread the service arteries of the ship and deliver the titanic warheads to the Hrafnkel 's batteries.Regiments of men, dwarfed by the arched vaults, would unpack weapons and lay them out in rows along the deck to be stripped and hand-checked before distribution to the troop contingents. The moaning shiver of the warship's vast engines would rise and fall, swelling and dying away, making the intensity of the deck lights rise and fall as its powerful Warp-Drive was tested.Along the mighty vessel's spinal hallway, the great stem-to-stem thoroughfare that all grand Imperial starships possessed, below the towering windows, a transit monorail continuously ran with shushing haste, while ornate gates led to the palaces of astrotelepathy, astrogation, weapons control, the enginarium and other vast domains. Everywhere aboard, the sense of a primitive settlement remained strong. Every few hundred metres carved menhirs, their bases still dirty with alien soil, stood sentinel in recesses which in other Legions' ships statues might occupy.