Dagrun vs Corbie [Yearling Party Race]

Corbie was taking in all the unusual goings-on with quiet interest. She'd lived a fairly solitary life with her mother before her death, and joining Tornach had not given her much more experience with large groups either, unless you counted sheep. She found the crowded area, the loud chatter, the drinking, didn't bother her any more than birdsong and rolling thunder would if she were alone, surprisingly, and she'd woven her way through the crowd observing. She'd accepted some drinks out of politeness and curiosity, but had only sipped at them, so when she stepped up to the starting line she had a clear head - and a renewed interest in her mother's occupation of mead-brewing from before she'd passed - and was ready to go. She was not at all confident of her ability to race, since the closest she'd gotten to it before was in chasing down sheep. She readied herself as best she could, then nodded to her opponent to signal her that she was good to go.