Ring Toss

Dragging any of the clan members that they could muster down the mountain for a carnival was surprisingly difficult, but they'd managed. Bismuth was somewhere around here, and now it was time to enjoy the festivities. The pair had signed up for a race, and while they waited it seemed like as good of a plan as any to play a game or two! The burly wolf was in their element amongst the crowds, and they readily flitted between various parts of the gathering. The fried foods were probably the best thing ever invented, and they were going to try their skill at making some once they were home. Melted fat brought to a bubble with doughs and meats left to cook in the scalding liquid? Perfection, truly.  

A flash of familiar pelage in the corner of their vision brought the speckled wolf towards a booth where a game was being hosted. Gunmetal eyes scanned over the rows upon rows of dowels, as well as the painted rings that were laid out for tossing into the mix. Ebon marked tail swayed across their hocks with growing excitement as they watched each participant take their turn at tossing a ring out into the sea of wooden dowels, and the subsequent handing out of prizes. Their fascination and delight had reached a fever pitch by the time they were beckoned forth by the heavily scarred coydog. Without any need for further prompting, they grabbed hold of the nearest wooden ring and gave it a toss with a quick flick of their heavy skull. Away it sailed, and they shifted their weight from one paw to the other in anticipation.

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