Ring Toss

The trip to Boreas was a rare one indeed, but it had been a while since he had come this far north at all. He relished the opportunity for a change of scenery, and a carnival was the perfect motivation to head to the northern continent. Amongst the masses of wolves (and other beasts!) that had amassed in the southern regions of the continent, it was easy to become overwhelmed by the colours and scents and voices. However, the calling of a jovial feminine voice over the murmur of the crowds drew his attention. He wasn't the best at games, but what was the point of being here if not to try his luck at the very least?  

Joining up with the crowd that had gathered around the booth, the cosmic titan watched each participant grab a colourful hoop and give it a toss into the rows of wooden pegs buried in the ground. It seemed suspiciously simple. And so when his turn came around, the giant lumbered closer to the game and clasped the edge of a ring in his teeth. With a short swing of his heavy head, he let the ring fly and hoped it met its mark somewhere within the rows of dowels. Throwing things wasn't exactly in his repertoire of skills, but half of the fun was taking part. It had been so long since his last festival, after all. Plush banner swung idly at his hips as he turned his attention to the coydog fae and quirked a brow in wordless inquiry. Had he won anything neat?

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