Roly Poly

It'd been a few weeks since joining Elysium and Rhys was finding it quite enjoyable. Everyone pretty much let him do as he pleased as long as he carried his weight. The pale beasty never missed one of his routine patrols, helped with hunting, and focused on bettering his fighting skills in the off time. Now, he hadn't a clue of the politics or any of the details of what was going on in the higher ranks. But, until he reached that level of importance, if ever, that was not a concern. Rhys would happily remain blissfully ignorant.

On one of these routine patrols Rhysand found himself moving along the Firefly Lake border. Long strides carried the slim male along with ease as his eyes scanned the region for anything out of the ordinary. Mostly stale smells of the comings and goings of Elysian Wolves filled his nose and Rhys was sure to scent when needed. But, as continued on a more peculiar smell filled his senses. It was feline, a predator most likely. Immediately he slowed down and moved in the direction of which it came.

After a short time of tracking green eyes consumed the sight of a red She-Wolf and a Lioness struggling. Without hesitation Rhysand sprinted in their direction. He came up behind the Lioness, digging his paws into the earth in hopes of pi8cking up more speed. As the distance closed Rhys dipped his head down and aimed a vicious bite to the feline's neck. Blood seeped from the wound into his mouth as the male whipped his head side to side. The wider the lacerations were the more blood the trespasser would lose, thus weakening them.