Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Dagrún peered down from her perch, eyeing the bottles of wine that she very much wanted to get into but how to get the wine up into the tree with her? She didn't have a wine skin but maybe maybe she could rig one up with a piece of one of the hides. She sat there contentedly watching the wolves below and thinking of the best way to drink wine in a tree when Sparrow called for those wanting to compete in battles and races. Dagrún promptly leapt from the branch and down to the ground, coming up beside her sister. "I'd like to race and fight too!" She didn't care who she was pitted up against. Any opponent would do.