Ready, aim...

Rhys was more then pleased to have been considered for the raid. Practice or not he'd only just joined the pack a short time ago and figured they'd bring along some of the more seasoned member. Yet, he was approached by the Heiress not too long ago and his place within the party of warriors. Since his encounter with the purple Princess he'd been anticipating the very call that rang through the territory and thus the slippery serpent of a Wolf moved his way through the mountainous terrain to the meeting spot.

Upon arrival Rhysand allowed those pale green eyes to sweep over the various Wolves that had already gathered. Royal siblings stood at the helm, obviously in charge, and likely awaiting the arrival of their soldiers. Two others sat before them with a considerable amount of distance between them. One a Wolf even paler then himself and the other a femme with a similar coloration of the heiress and their matriarch. With little to no hesitation Rhysand sauntered into the clearing and sat to the right of the purple lass, giving a good few tail lengths of distance between them. Green eyes swept to Avacyn and Saracyn as her offered a respectable nod of his head.