A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it She panted up at the two of them, her heart thrumming strongly in her chest as she pulled in their scents with every breath. Theea's laugh drew her eyes to the dark haired little girl, but that golden gaze darted back to Kalt. Fetch? She was about to growl at him - she wasn't some fucking dog that played fetc- Theea cried an enthusiastic yes, and the shewolf snuffed sharply with a half-hearted glare at Silver Wing. Still, she let out a playful and low whine, her eyes sparking as well as her magic, flickers of blue bouncing in her fur as he picked up the angry pumpkin. Her eyes followed his hand as he drew it back... and she bolted after it with a loud bark as he let it fly. Theea's laughter drove her foreward as the gourd let out a long and furious shriek, and her eyes never left it as it landed at a bounce. It didn't even have a second to right itself before Ashe snapped her teeth down on the stem. This earned very snarly sounds from it's caved in mouth, but she snarled right back as she bounded back towards her ... she snuffed and flicked her ear. Back towards Kalt and Theea. The large wolf slowed to a trot before them before she dropped the gourd back at Kalt's feet and let out a bark, bouncing her forelegs on the forest floor as she moved back. Not yours, she stubbornly reminded herself, but kept her tail high as she darted her eyes between Kalt and the gourd that was beginning to assess which target would be the easiest to gnaw on.