Both

Your aim was not to crush mankind but to crush its foul aberrations, in order to save these fools you would have to spare as many lives as you could. On the other hand much bloodshed was inevitable, so the choice was simple, save those you can and slay those you cannot.

Your kin are strong of arm and durable beyond measure. They have kept the laws and in return they have gained strength. Most poisons, venoms, and toxins have little to no effect on you or your kin; Even the least of your kind have speed, stamina, and agility on par with the kine of the forest and the goat of the mountain. "My victory is already certain." You say to yourself, just as it was with the Raghik. You do not know how many enemies you will face in the fallen lands of Atmor and beyond, but it matters not. Your kin are virile and as fertile as the soil, your numbers are great enough. In the following months the once scattered Ardri now gather behind your example in immense numbers and rally to the name of Ogma the Wild.

Until now it was an unspoken rule, that each man and woman must care only for themselves, their mate(s), and their progeny. Each man or woman must hunt and fight alone unless they are mated. At most, bands of a few dozen or so might gather together every winter to endure the harsh season. Now that the trial has ended, Your kind can finally congregate and truly cooperate. Among this gathering there are many females of course, many whom would make fine mates. One in particular catches your eye, a sylphlike woman with hair like blood and piercing honey-brown eyes. As clothes among the Ardri are worn mainly for ornamentation and to suit an individuals tastes, nearly all of her body is plainly visible save for assorted furs draped over her shoulder and the bright tartans of the forest clans wrapped high about her waist. Her breasts were small and pert, they fit her thin athletic frame quite well. She was much smaller than you, just over five feet in height and couldn't weigh much more than 100 pounds. Her proportionally long, toned legs led up to a firm supple ass and wide hips that could not be obscured by her tartans. Her high cheekbones and pouty lips would be sure to bring you many pleasures. She was lovely to be sure, the loveliest you'd seen by far, but more than that she had an aura of danger about her, which in your culture is a most important and erotic quality. Ardri mating rituals are simple, there aren't any, you must overpower your mate in order to claim them, from then on they are yours. Judging by the lack of children following her and the size of her breasts she isn't anyone's mate... Yet.