A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it The wolf let out a triumphant bark at the guts splattered across Kalt's arm, and she dropped her upper half down with her tail flagging in the air. She watched with sharp eyes as he lowered Theea down, gaze narrowing as he began talking to her... arming her... Ashe straightened up on her long legs and yipped at Kalt, nearly sounding offended as he sicked a toddler with fistfuls of gourd-guts in her little hands. She backed up a pace or two as she charged forward with delight, and the wolf didn't dart away until Theea almost reached her. "Hey!" she shrieked with her laughter. "Gonna get you!" Ashe barked a challange at the dark-haired girl and pranced away. She moved around behind Kalt, keeping on ear trained on the child chasing her. She moved slowly until right when she caught up, and then she darted out of reach to the sound of happy cackling. She arced around unexpectedly then, and it was Silver Wing she set her golden eyes on. She didn't bound forward, not with the light and bouncing steps she did for Theea. The shewolf bolted forwards at a dead sprint, and it was only seconds before she aimed to shove her way under his legs to knock him off his feet entirely. Would she get knocked down and caught by a gourd-guts weilding little girl? More than likely. Was it worth knocking Kalt on his ass? Fucking absolutely.