He was glad he had distanced himself away from the necklace when he had initiated the game. Warja was on it before he had even gotten far, and before he knew it the rope piece was changing hands faster than he could even keep up with it. All the while he sat back with a little smirk upon his lips, his typically frosty blue eyes alight with mirth. It did him good to see the pack being able to play like this, to be able to set aside duty and responsibility and simply enjoy the company and fun that only they could provide for each other as a group. He hoped they were enjoying themselves and hoped more that they would continue to treat each other with smiles and play even when work came back and things went back to normal.
They played for a time, the necklace continuing to be passed back and forth from one to the next as it was stolen and then stolen again. How much time had passed? How many times had the necklace been tossed around? Somewhere during the mess of the game, Rune had lost count, and he figured that meant it was time. He got to his paws, stepped forward, and called them all to attention with a bark. "That's time," he stated, looking around and letting his blue eyes settle on the last carrier of the necklace. He was surprised slightly that it was not his daughter who held the treasure but her friend, Kismet. Rune offered the boy a respectful nod and addressed the lot as a whole. "And it seems our winner is Kismet. Congratulations." He spared just a quick glance at Warja, unsure whether her competitive spirit would spoil any good feelings she might have had toward her friend winning, and observed the group as a whole, satisfied with how everything had played out and hopeful that the game's participants felt the same.
OOC: Congrats to Eldar and Kismet! I'll put a purchase in for the large accessory shortly.
