Nothing like a raid to get your blood flowing

Anticipation slithered through his veins as Rhysand followed his pack mates to Valta's territory. This was going to be his first raid and he'd soak in every moment of it. Rhysand enjoyed fighting and was rather intrigued to witness an all out battle. Being new to these lands he was completely clueless as to what to expect out of these opposing Wolves. He'd never encountered a Valtan, that he knew of. But, judging by the other Wolves of these lands they'd likely be riddled with mutations and be of mountainous height.

Strides slowed as they crossed into the 'enemies' territory. It did feel odd to tresspass but his adrenaline tossed away any hesitation. As their leader, Avacyn, stopped he did as well. Pale green eyes took in the land as she howled her challenge. Saracyn followed with a call of his own but Rhysand remained silent. Curiosity swam in his eyes as he waiting for an opponent patiently. Would they be ready or come scrambling to their pack's defense? He did not know but just in case the pale beast moved into an idle defensive stance. Ears flicked back slightly, lips twitched up to flash fangs, and his body lowered slightly.