rattle the cage

ASHE I'm not a girl.    Ashe let out a loud bark with a toss of her head, and she plopped clumsily down on her rump with her tongue flopping from her jaws. YEAH I'm a wolf, where you been? she laughed, tail wagging through the debris of gourd and tent. And then came the warning.    The broom swept down toward Ashe's back end, and she yelped as she jumped forward. Scaaary broom! she cackled down the link, lunging away from the angry merchant. One of her paws caught on a fallen portion of the tent she knocked down, and as Kiada failed in her take off, Ashe stumbled forward and straight into the legs of a passing shopper. He snapped at her, waving his arms as she smeared gourd innards all over his pants.    This isn't even fucking fair! Ashe whined as she wove in between another set of legs, the word bright and spinning delightfully around her. I didn't even drink that much! The wolf let out a bark as Kiada finally made liftoff, bounding after her from the ground. She stumbled into another person before her feet found their rhythm, and she let out another loud bark up at the vulture.    The artisan's sprawl of tents and wares and angry merchants was left behind, and Ashe bounded with a lazy, quite unsteady paws, her tongue flopping from open jaws as her golden eyes tracked the also unsteady flight of her new friend. Wheeeere's Auni? she called up, and she snapped her teeth at the breeze that swept by her with a wag of her tail. Auni's got the booze. And Auni's got the spider---fUCK woops--- She bumped into a crate that most definitely jumped out in front of her, sending it clattering into the street. She shook her pelt and trot on like it didn't happen. Auni's got the spider, she continued. And I guess you got the first gourd. I'm a storm with skin.