After the drinks had been passed around and whatnot, it was time to get things underway. First thing was first, if they were going to kill some bears they needed to find some bears. "Alright, runners! We're gonna need bear info toot sweet. Rasha and Skadi, you go east. Lachlan, Dagrun, you get south. Ares? Alarr? You guys get west. First one back with a location or a trail or something from each pair gets..." Tyrian's mind blanked. He hadn't really thought this part through. "Bragging rights, my undying gratitude as a heavy slowpoke, and the chance to throw a bear head over Armada's border?" Yeah, something like that. "When you're ready, go!" "" OOC: Just do a normal race, however many rounds you guys feel like doing. Post them all here just for Ali c:

Lachlan wasn’t sure he had tasted a strong beverage since the night he had met Tyrian, so when the liquid was offered the young man sipped lightly. Or he thought he did. By the time the bear races were on he might have been swaying just a little and if he had a conversation the slurring words would be quite noticeable.

He followed his favorite wolf out onto the border as he gathered his runners and paired them off. He stumbled over some kind of prize, but as long as he had a little alone time with Tyrian at the end of the night he’d feel like the winner. Pale blue eyes found his ‘partner’ with a challenging look over his features. Lachlan wanted to earn Tyr’s undying gratitude for himself.

Without any words or anything much more than a nod the half drunken boy raced eastward. He was a third focused on winning the race, a third focused on finding a bear, and a third focused on just keeping his paws beneath him.

Lachlan vs Dagrun for Race
Round 1 of 2?
Age: 1+
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Skills: Beginner Navigator & Beginner Hunter

He was excited and a little buzzed, perhaps a little too eager at getting a chance to dick around with his pack and family again. Ah, it'd been too long! Why did he ever leave? He could only question himself before reminding himself it had been kinda accidental. But that was all water under the bridge now. He kinda-sorta focused on the task at hand, listening as Tyrian paired them up and told them which way each of 'em were to go and what the prize for winning would be. While the prizes were mediocre at best, he did fancy the chance at throwing a bear head across the borders, why not? "Bowling night on their lawn? Sounds like a sweet prize to me!" He quipped before moving to get into position.

He glanced at Alarr, a playful grin and a wink cast his way before he took off. While he probably wasn't as drunk as some of the others had gotten, he was still pretty buzzed and he swore he had all left feet in this, but alas. What was the fun in doing shit sober all the time, anyway?

Ares vs Alarr for Race
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

Dagrún was eager to get started. Her tail wagged lazily and she stretched as she followed after Tyrian and the other racers. It was winter which meant the bears would be hibernating so she just had to figure out where they'd holed up for the winter. Her ears perked up as Tyrian let slip his plan, to throw bear head's over the Armada border. Oh, how fun!

She was paired up with Lachlan, a young man she didn't know much about but she was happy to test his running capabilities. Dag sidled up to her strange pack mate but as soon as the start signal was giving she took off running. She scrambled through the range, looking for some place a bear might hibernate and eventually her circle expanded to the surrounding territories.

Dagrún vs (Lachlan for Race
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

Álarr savored the wine, the warmth that flowed through his limbs. Soon it was time to get started and he grinned as he was paired with Ares. It had been awhile since he'd worked with his colorful nephew. Álarr nodded as he was assigned to the west. They'd need to check good areas for dens where they would be more likely to find bears hibernating for the winter. He was eager to win. He really wanted to help throw a bear head over the Armada border but if he lost he could always find something else. Maybe some bear balls? He snickered then took off running as his race with Ares started.

Álarr vs Ares for Race
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Anatomist