don't fight fair and don't you cut your hair

Rhys moved through The Battlefield with curiosity painted across his pale features. Green eyes took in the sight of dusty sparring rings painted in droplets of stale blood and fragments of tattered weaponry or armor. This was obviously the right place to begin his training. Rhysand had experience with fighting but nothing formal. If he was going to hold his own as a rogue in these pack infested lands he'd need to sharpen his skills. Rhys was not someone who settled for anything less then what he knew he was capable of. Thus, he'd likely be spending a lot of time here.

It wasn't long before the scent of a stranger made it his way. Jaws parted to allow the smell to land on his tongue, discovering this Wolf was an unfamiliar female. With little consideration he sauntered his way towards the smell. - After a few minutes those light green eyes feasted upon the sight of a young greyscale femme that seemed to be waiting for an opponent. - Rhys moved to lessen the distance between them, aiming to stand about ten feet from her. "Looking for a fight?" Lips curled into a subtle grin as he eyed the stranger.