Ready, aim...

Rhysand watched as the rest of the raid party showed up. Wolves painted in all sorts of vibrant colorations filtered in. Reds, purples, blues. He couldn't help but to observe the unique pelts and their assorted mutations. The inhabitants of these new lands and his pack seemed to be littered with interesting attributes that ceased to amaze him. Rhys was still a bit wary of the lot but was warming to them.

Avacyn began her speech and Rhysand now gave her his full attention. Green eyes remained on the Heiress as she went on about the details of the raid. It was a practice raid against Valta, but it was to be taken seriously. He was relieved to know this was not the real deal, but Rhys would still put his best paw forward to ensure they came out victorious. As she finished speaking she asked if anyone had question, Rhysand merely looked around to the others to see if anyone would pipe up. He had nothing to add and was ready to get the show on the road.