When Olaf entered the room, he saw the other members of his Deathwatch squad were already introducing themselves. He took up the last remaining seat and waited for the Blood Raven, Lantus, to finish. "Forgive my tardiness, I had some gear to square away. Olaf, son of Kjartan, called the Shieldbreaker. I am a son of Russ, and a warrior of the Vylka Fenryka." He caught himself speaking in his native tongue and returned to Gothic. "Sorry, you would say Space Wolves." He bowed and took a look around the room at his new squad mates. 

Olaf knew little of the Blood Ravens or the Space Sharks, but his company once fought along side the Blood Angels, and Olaf appreciated their ferocity and stout hearts. The Ultramarines he knew of by reputation as flawless strategists, and he was also glad to have one of their number here. But when Olaf's eyes glanced over the marine wearing the livery of the Dark Angels, Olaf nearly bore his teeth. The Dark Angels and Space Wolves have been rivals since the Allfather day's, and whenever the two chapters found themselves working together, the distrust was generally mutual. Still, Olaf was willing to work with a son of the Lion, if it was required of him.