Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Úlfr tore off a chunk of leg meat from the elk and padded over to one of the hides that had been laid out in front of the stage. He then grabbed a bowl of ale and settled down to eat and drink while he watched the play that Sparrow's companions put on, his tail wagging lightly. Once he was finished with his meal it was time for those who wished to race or fight to speak their intent. Úlfr got to his feet and rolled his shoulders. He was buzzed but not too impaired. "I'd like to fight. And… I'll try racing too." He wasn't particularly fast but he was steady and at least fast enough to catch his prey. Maybe he'd do alright in a race. Wouldn't really know til he tried.