your battle is my battle, we fight together

Some time had passed since Rhys entered the Elysium ranks and he figured it was time to really start pulling his weight. Soon the pale male would like to obtain some sort of rank of slightly more regard then Amateur. But, Manea made it very clear he'd have to prove himself to do so and that's exactly what he intended on doing. Having met a few of his pack mates now the rather outgoing serpent felt comfortable enough to begin seeking some of them out. Some for mere conversation, others to spar and train with, and one he'd like to offer a lesson too. Malico was a pup he encountered when Rhys found himself surrounded by Coyotes. The youngling proved to be quite the help in the battle and Rhys figured he could offer him a lesson or two. Sure he wasn't a ranked warrior of the pack just yet, but they say to dress for the job you want not the job you have.

Rhysand found himself in the Rock Garden a a particularly tame winter's day. Snow peppered the ground and there was a touch of wind, nothing enough to make the outing particularly uncomfortable. The tall yet slender male sat in a clearing amidst a circle of the looming rock formations. The spires of rock helped block some of the wind which was a nice touch and surrounded the clearing to provide the perfect sparring ring. With that Rhysand tilted his head upward and let forth a howl of summons.