Ring Toss

Milo hadn't been expecting any sort of fanfare or pomp when he'd returned to Boreas. It had been just over a year since his departure from the lands to pursue further adventures and exploration in the name of knowledge and anthropology, and while the lands he'd once roamed seemed familiar, the hustle and bustle of the carnival had not been something he'd expected to see! It was all so lively, with booths and tents of bright colors all over the lush valley while wolves of all ages and allegiances perused and had a good time. It was all so splendid and really made the brute glad he'd come back! Walking between the crude stands with "oohs" and "aahs" of amazement, Milo's attention was suddenly pulled by a coydog carnie calling out for him to try his luck at a ring toss game. Sure! Why not? he thought to himself as he stepped up, grabbing a ring from the counter and giving it a hurl with all his might toward the field of sticks.