Ring Toss

Albion followed his father and second mother to the carnival curiously. As always he was rather silent as he shifted through the crowds, despite his youth he already towered over many of the attendees. His slim but heavy form slipped through the gaggles of wolves and odd coydogs and he followed Chimera to the game booths. His wide ghost white eyes took in the strange sights and strangers faces as he passed, ever watchful as he took everything in. Much more observant than he ever was talkative.

Massive gangly paws carried him up to the side of the booth after his father, a look of surprise crossed his features when a ring was thrust into his grasp. He hadn’t planned on participating but now that he had it Albion tossed the ring towards the sticks in front of him.


"Albion Baskara Klien"