Ring Toss

She stuck to the edges of the walkways, making sure to put off an air of indifference in the hopes to not have anyone try and speak with her, and if they even dared she'd pretend to not know the common tongue. Iðunn was simply here to cheer on her cousins who had decided to participate in the tournament and races, but also figured while she was here she could play a game and snatch a gift. Depending on what she got perhaps she could give it to one of her family members. They would appreciate it more than what she usually gave them. Her long legs brought her to a red and white booth with a bunch of wooden rings and pegs. Eyebrows raising, familiar with the concept of the game, she snatched up a ring in her maw without so much as a second glance at the coydog. Taking a moment to eye the pegs, deciding the one she wanted to hit, Iðunn whipped her head around to chuck the ring with a surprising amount of force, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

The coydog shakes her head regretfully, giving you a sympathetic look. ”Too bad, sugar. Keep practicing and y’all come back and try again next year.” With a sigh of disappointment she turns back to watching the other players.