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The Blood Claw wears Power plate and nothing heavier. His choices are close and simple: the boltgun as his only basic weapon, a pistol at his hip, and a chainsword for the fight he is always rushing toward. He may take a jump pack — the Skyclaws' way of closing even faster — but no specials, no heavy weapons and no power weapons find their way into his hands. The young of the pack are given teeth enough to charge and little else; the honour of finer wargear is earned, not issued.

The Wolf Lord may arm himself from almost the whole Astartes rack — every armour mark up to Terminator plate, the full spread of basics, pistols and specials, and the finest close-combat weapons the Chapter can offer. The command-gated relics are his alone: a frost weapon, the legendary Frostfang, the Axe Morkai of the Great Wolf, the Wolf Helm of Russ, and the bond to a Fenrisian wolf. He carries no heavy weapon, for the Wolf Lord fights at the tip of the charge and not the gunline. Whatever he takes, it is chosen to reach the enemy and break him in the press.

The Centurion's guns are part of the warsuit, not carried in the hands — a twin heavy mount fitted to the frame, chosen from the heavy bolter, multi-melta or lascannon. When the fight calls for the Assault stance, the mount swaps to integral siege drills for the close work. Nothing is drawn from the shared racks; the warsuit comes as it is. This chassis sits off the Space Wolves' identity, a static gun-platform among a Chapter that charges, and is fielded rarely.

The Wolf Priest carries his crozius into melee, or a chainaxe in its place, and a boltgun or pistol for the approach. He bears the narthecium as well, for among the Wolves the priest and the healer are one warrior, and he may bond a Fenrisian wolf to run at his side. He takes no specials and no heavy weapons; his work is to fight in the press, steady the pack, and carry the fallen back to it. His gear serves all three at once.

The Dreadnought's armament is part of the walker, not bought from the shared racks. Its heavy mount is chosen from the heavy bolter, multi-melta or lascannon, and its close-combat arms — the paired Dreadnought fists, the savage tools of the Murderfang — are built into the chassis itself. There is nothing to select from the infantry pool; the interred hero is armed as he was entombed, a war-engine that carries its weapons the way flesh carries its fists.

The Fenrisian Wolf is a beast, not a Marine, and its list is bare. It takes no armour mark, no bolt weapons and no wargear. Its only weapon is its rending jaws, and its only defence is its hide — a 6+ save and nothing more. Everything the wolf brings to the fight is in its blood: speed to reach the enemy, teeth to open him, and the pack-bond that lets it hunt as one of the brothers. There is nothing to equip, only a beast to loose.

The Rune Priest fights with a force weapon in melee — the psyker's blade, lethal to the things of the warp — and a bolt or plasma pistol for ranged work. When the war demands heavier plate, he may don the Terminator mark. And, fittingly for a Chapter that hates the witch, he may carry the wolf-tail talisman against enemy sorcery. His gear is spare and purposeful: a blade to cut, a pistol to reach, a ward to turn aside the powers he is sent to stand against.

The Wolf Guard is the one veteran cleared to wear the Terminator plate — the Wolf Guard Terminators, the hardest-armoured warriors in the pack. His trade is close combat. A power fist, thunder hammer, lightning claws or an earned frost weapon, backed by a storm-bolter or pistol for the approach. He may bear the Wolf Helm of Russ to steady the brothers around him. He carries no heavy weapon; the champion is a close-combat anchor, set where the fight is hardest and expected to hold it with the blade in his hands.

The Long Fang is the heavy weapon of the pack, and his rack shows it: the heavy bolter, missile launcher, lascannon and plasma cannon are all his to bear, and he may take Power or Gravis plate to steady the weight. A chainsword waits for the fight that reaches him, but he carries no specials — his work is the long shot, not the skirmish. He is armed to break the enemy at range before the young ever close, the anchor the charge is fired from.

The Grey Hunter draws from the broad line rack — every basic and pistol, the flamer, meltagun and plasma gun among the specials, and chainswords, power swords or power fists for the melee the pack lives for. He may take Gravis plate to bear heavier fire. He carries no heavy weapon; that trade belongs to the Long Fang. A proven pack-leader may earn a frost weapon. A Grey Hunter running Tactical Infiltration is the Wolf Scout or Hound of Morkai, for the Chapter fields no separate scout tier — the line-brother simply ranges ahead when the hunt requires it.

The Thunderwolf rider is always mounted — the great wolf beneath him is a living part of the fighter, never bought loose and never set aside. His weapons suit the charge: a chainsword, power sword, lightning claws or an earned frost weapon in the melee, a storm-bolter or pistol for the ride in. He takes no special or heavy weapons, for the rider's whole purpose is to close and cut. Everything he carries is chosen to land the blow at the end of a nine-inch surge.

The Redemptor's guns are fixed to the chassis and never drawn from the shared racks. Its heavy mount is the macro plasma cannon or a gatling in its place, its off-arm the great Redemptor fist, and a chassis-mounted fragstorm launcher rounds out the frame. Nothing here is a hand-carried infantry weapon; the war-engine comes armed as one whole. The interred hero fights with what the machine gives him, and the machine gives him more than a squad could carry.

The Iron Priest fights with his servo-arm — a power fist in the press — and reaches for the melta and grav specials that suit a smith's anti-armour work. He may carry a servo-skull to range ahead, and he may bond a cyber-wolf, the bionic hound he built with his own hands. He takes no heavy weapon; his trade is the close fight and the wrecking of the enemy's machines. Everything he carries either mends the pack's iron or unmakes the foe's.

The Wulfen wears Power plate only. No Gravis and no Terminator armour will close over the curse-swollen body. His weapons are pure melee — lightning claws, a thunder hammer, or an earned frost weapon, with a bolt pistol the only ranged option he will suffer. He takes no basic, special or heavy weapon, for the Wulfen is a frenzy given shape and wants nothing in his hands that slows the charge. He is armed to reach the enemy and tear him apart. The pack asks nothing else of him.