Ring Toss

Pyr ducked through the crowd on tiny golden gilded paws, like a tiny pickpocket through busy crowded streets. She lost any sight of her siblings as she took in the sights and sounds around her. She didn’t even know that there could be so many wolves in the world. The northern reaches were so sparsely populated that it was easy to think that she and her family were the only ones alive.

Everything was different compared to life in the north, there they struggled to survive and fought hard for every day they were given. Here in the south she had never seen such abundance. It was incredible. The young girl kept going until she reached the game booths and weaved her way towards the attendant who gave her a ring to toss towards a collection of sticks. Without hesitation she let it fly.