let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

Got slightly carried away >_> Also there's a bit of power-playing here, let me know if you mind!

Thistle entered the scene just after himself, and Atreyu gave a courteous bow to the leader, wondering again if this was another one of the pack's rituals. After all, Ragnar (and his wife, Atreyu assumed) was a religious kind of man. He fondly remembered the last sacrificial rite with the odd formations of bones the Jarl set up. Though, after the feast, his memory of the night had gotten a little hazy. After the woman, the tall but meek girl who he had encountered at Gyrfalcon's Keep appeared. She strode passed him without a second glance, and the boy inwardly rolled his eyes. The last member to join them was Spectra, who Atreyu waved his tail to. He knew he had met her sometime in the past few days, though the memories of that meeting were rather blurred, too.

It seemed that would be all who would be joining them, and so the thoughts of if this was a ritual were dashed from Atreyu's mind; they were usually whole pack affairs. Instead, it seemed this was a game! The boy's ears pricked as Aesop explained the situation with the deer and how he had borrowed it's heart for their little game. If y'all are up for it. Atreyu nodded excitedly, looking out at the muddy field again with enthusiasm. Oh yes, he was definitely ready for this.

They were then split into two teams with Onyx and Aesop on one end and he and Spectra together at the other (much to Atreyu's delight; he wasn't sure what he would've done if he had been paired with the other girl), Thistle being left to be the umpire. While the two wolves on the opposite end of the field had their size and strength, Atreyu and Spectra had the advantage of youth and agility. He hoped, at least. Competitive in nature, the boy was keen on winning.

The game started quickly, the mud making their movements slightly less coordinated than usual. Diving for the heart as soon as he could, Atreyu nabbed it between his teeth (being careful not to bite down on it) and took off between their competitors. He was shouldered by Aesop and stumbled but kept on his feet, narrowly avoiding being tripped up Onyx. Greedily, he stole the goal for himself, not thinking to pass to Spectra. She could have the next goal. Sliding through the mud, the boy gave a celebratory yell, rolling onto his back. Already, he was coated from head to toe in mud. Aesop chose a brilliant spot. With the first point scored, the teams took up their positions at the ends of the field again as the heart was placed back in the center, Atreyu keeping his intense gaze upon it.