rattle the cage

ASHE I'm not a girl.    As should have been expected, the vulture fucking smoked the hummingbird. She gave a high trill as Kiada rocketed past her, and the wind from her passing nearly sent her tumbling off course. She laughed, and then---oh shit---the ground---the tents---gourds---    Ashe shifted at the last second. A large black wolf barked a high note and yelped as she failed to hit her mark. She crashed into a bright tent, red and blue canvas toppling with a clatter of wares and shouting hawkers. She gave another bark, jumping up and near flailing to free herself from the tent. Sorry, oops, shit, fu-- She tumbled free of the tent, paws stumbling over themselves. Woooooops, she giggled down the bond. She staggered out of the way of an angry merchant, her tail wagging.    Kiada ripped her demon pumpkin apart, and Ashe spotted a second wobbling toward her with gnashing teeth. The black wolf snarled and lunged forward, snapping her teeth down and tumbling tail-over-ears with it in her jaws. She shook her head wildly, flinging chunks of gourd all over the walkway they found themselves in, until only a dripping piece of the evil vegetable dripped from her teeth.    Then she spotted Kiada, heard her complaint, and she barked out a very canine sort of laugh, drunkenly oblivious to the glaring people. It's a statement! she argued, and she could feel the sticky guts clinging to her own pelt. If says, "fear not! Ashe and Kiada, pumpkin slayers to the rescuee!" She finally glanced up to the angry, pumpkin covered artisans and shoppers. Uhh, I.. don't think they got the message? I'm a storm with skin.