A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     There was a half groan half laugh that escaped his throat, as the three-year-old brought the fistfuls of slimy gourd guts down on him. ”I’m being attacked by my own men!” He said in exaggerated shock, a shining gaze on the squealing toddler as she dug her hands into Ashe’s pelt with the rest of the pumpkin remains.     Kalt put his arm up to block the flying innards when Ashetta shook, but it didn’t stop him from getting covered in it - again. The man gave an exasperated sigh and sat up so he was kneeling with pursed lips. “Clean up, papa,” Theea chided him, just as he did when she made a mess on herself.     He scoffed. ”Clean up? Well, alright, fine. I’ll do it like Ashe did.” Kalt smirked at the she-wolf and leaned forward on his hands and knees, shaking his body in the same way Ashe had, though it worked a lot better for her than it did for him. He sat back up and shrugged his shoulders. ”I tried! What do you think I should do?”     She jumped once, swinging her arms and rubbing her slime-covered hands on her clothing. “A bath!” Came her response, to which Kalt laughed quietly. ”A bath it is, but you’re taking one first.” The girl scrunched her nose and skittered behind Ashe to hide from having to bathe.