Ring Toss

Ah, a carnival! What fun! What excitement! Alastor loved the festivities that came along with the fair, the brightly painted stalls and tents, the colorful characters behind each booth trying to sway passers-by to come give their custom! The giant black dire wolf wore a large grin on his face while he stroke through the rows of stalls with Manea at his side, taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells. Oh, it was all so much fun! A black coydog from a nearby stall bearing just as many scars as he did caught his attention, stepping up to the booth with his wife while he studied the game she peddled. Throw a ring around a stick? Seemed easy enough. "I'll play your game, my fellow melanistic canine!" he said, snatching up one of the rings in his teeth and giving it a hurl towards the field of sticks.

"Alastor Mendacium"