Cupid's Arrow

Pestilence was not one to ignore a carnival, especially not one that had tournaments and games with prizes to be won. The competitive Klein woman made her way to the lineup, watching with interest as wolves each threw sloppy darts towards the balloon wall. As her turn approached she found her excitement building, and by the time it was her turn to step up to the darts a smile had spread across her maw. She grasped one dart carefully in her teeth, maneuvering it with her tongue to try and get it pointed in the correct direction. Then with a toss of her head, she released. The throw was not any better then any other of the wolves were capable of, but Pestilence had a good feeling about it's flight as it soared toward the targets.