Ring Toss

When he heard about this little festival it seemed like a no-brainer. Life had largely returned to normal, though Abaven was in the beginning stages of change, and being surrounded by other wolves in such a fun environment seemed refreshing. He found himself smiling as he scanned the group, noting some familiar wolves though plenty of strangers too. Mostly he was just happy to be alive. Winning something at one of these games was just an added bonus to his already good mood. Grinning a bit wider as he approached the booth and took his turn, he somewhat lazily grabbed one of the rings and tossed it at the pegs, making a lazy attempt - but still an attempt nonetheless.