and they're off!

He was excited and a little buzzed, perhaps a little too eager at getting a chance to dick around with his pack and family again. Ah, it'd been too long! Why did he ever leave? He could only question himself before reminding himself it had been kinda accidental. But that was all water under the bridge now. He kinda-sorta focused on the task at hand, listening as Tyrian paired them up and told them which way each of 'em were to go and what the prize for winning would be. While the prizes were mediocre at best, he did fancy the chance at throwing a bear head across the borders, why not? "Bowling night on their lawn? Sounds like a sweet prize to me!" He quipped before moving to get into position.

He glanced at Alarr, a playful grin and a wink cast his way before he took off. While he probably wasn't as drunk as some of the others had gotten, he was still pretty buzzed and he swore he had all left feet in this, but alas. What was the fun in doing shit sober all the time, anyway?

Ares vs Alarr for Race
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Hunter