The wolves reminded Rhysand of a pair of brothers he knew. How cute. The fae moved nearer and out of his own shade where he had hidden to walk in a casual, obvious fashion. In his own fairness he knew it was hard not to see him. He was incredibly tall, pale, and obviously inhuman. His ears were longer than a humans. He did not glow or glitter but there was an aura about him that was simply magnificent.
Faeries. Pft.
"Good evening," the man called. He needed more information, to meet these humans and see their lives. Outside of Feyre, Rhysand hadn't met a human in many a decade.