Ring Toss

The horse made his way carefully through the booths, great teal eyes taking in the games he could spot. One, which he spotted Ardyn taking a shot - and failing - at, was one he’d have no hope of doing effectively, so he moved on.

The other two, he considered more closely, ears pricking as he deliberated. He spotted Legacy, and felt a twinge of both sadness and relief to see her out and about. Perhaps she was on the trail towards healing from her losses.

The rings were a possibility, and by far the most likely game would be the one he’d seen wolves plucking ducks from a pool.

He waited until enough space had cleared for his large frame to step in without crushing wolf toes beneath his hooves purely by accident, and lowered his head, tipping it to hook a ring over his horn with a flick that spoke of practice using his horn to flick things away, whether it be another stallion’s gaping jaws in a fight, or rapping a foal’s haunches with the flat in reprimand for misbehavior.

He side-eyed the pegs, then gave his great head a toss, flicking the ring from his horn in a lazy arc toward the targets and stepping back to be sure he wasn’t taking up space, glancing away to see if he’d spot any other packmates. He doubted he'd land anything, but he'd find it amusing if he did.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think