Ring Toss

Lachlan made his way through the crowds at the festival, part of it reminded him of the party he met Tyrian at, but the atmosphere was much different. It left a smile on his red marked features and he frequently gave them out. Lach enjoyed seeing familiar faces and enjoyed the light spirit of the event. He weaved in and out of the crowds towards the game booth, noticing the gaggle of children running from booth to booth. Eventually he meandered up to the nearest booth.

There were rings flying everywhere, and shy blue eyes were quickly captivated as each wolf tossed for their prizes. Lachlan felt like he was getting the hang of it when he was given the next ring. A look of extreme concentration on his features Lack tossed his ring towards the sticks.