not god's chosen

Blinding sun shafts broke through the thick canopy of redwoods sweeping across Rhysand's pale pelt as he move though the forest. An autumn breeze moved through the trees, a small reminder that he was in fact in the North. Rhys always preferred cooler climates so he'd likely be the last to complain about the weather. There was no denying the beauty of the Forest. Redwoods towered above with smaller trees peppering the region, a small creek was in the distance which could only be heard as of now. The ambiance was delightful and Rhys couldn't help but take it all in for a moment.

Green eyes flicked to the left and ears perked up as a flapping of wings were heard. Rhys raised a brow as he decided to turn and move in that direction. Paws met the earth with near silence as his slender figure moved through the forest. Curiosity came over him as he continued on... Was it another Wolf or maybe a snack? Either way he'd be pleased to have some entertainment.