Sounds like a discount (albeit less unsettling) version of the Mechanicus, but Mira doesn't mention that. Aleifr's touchy about being reminded how much his feral homeworld doesn't know. Instead, she pays careful attention to his movements, where the weight of the axe is, the positioning of his fingers.

"No wonder the Space Wolves relish close quarters," she says instead. "Those power axes of theirs must feel like a gift from the Emperor."