A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Ashe yipped and wagged her tail freely as Kalt moved to all fours and shook his entire body, and almost none of the mess was freed from him. Theea was giggling, and he was being his impossibly dramatic self as he sat back to address the little girl. Ashe snuffed at the mention of a bath, one ear folding back as she toled her head at the pair. She had bathed herself plenty, but it was always in the icy waters here in the woodlands. When was the last time she'd had a real bath? Her feelings on the matter were entirely the opposite of Theea who scrunched up her nose at her father and fled to hid behind the wolf. She blinked and glanced at Kalt, then over her shoulder at the little girl. She gave a low whine and crouched down, nosing Theea's arm until she caught on. "Papa I can ride?" she asked in a high and excited tone. Ashe just nudged her shoulder against the toddler until she clambered up onto the wolf's back. She let out a soft groan as she stood - weight like this upon her back was not something she'd ever done before - but the little girl hund tightly to Ashe's neck while sitting easily around her harness bags. The black wolf looked up at Silver Wing, and she barked sharply before she began moving off into the trees - towards the domiciles and Kalt's home. Theea squealed at the movement, and Ashe grumbled a bit when she pulled on fistfulls of fur to hang on, but she merely adjusted herself to keep the little girl holding on. She turned shining golden eyes up to Kalt then, her tail swaying as she walked steadily and carefully (gods, she would be so sore later), and she flicked her ear with a soft bark. The three of them were covered in the innards of some kind of demon pumpkin, she was panting with the weight of Theea on her back, and for the first time in a long while... she let herself be. Maybe... maybe she could start figuring out how to do it with others, too. [ end thread ]