A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Just as the gourd made its third bounce off of Silver Wing's knee, a massive black streak of fur whisked by him with a rush of air and over his leg. The gourd had vanished from before him, and there was the sound of four large paws thudding into the soft forest floor. Ashe trot a few paces with a huff before she spun, the she wolf's tail swaying and her eyes bright - certainly pleased with herself. Her chin was weight down nearly to her chest with the weight of the gourd she held clamped in her jaws, but her head was high as she took a few steps forward, tail moving gently. Ashe had been on her own today, breathing, just breathing. Soot stayed safely napping in a small pouch on her harness bag, she'd had more water than alcohol today, and so she reasoned that surrendering herself to the wolf once again would be acceptable... as long as she remembered to change back. As long as she remembered there were people who wanted her as much as she wanted them. Catching the scent of Kalt and Theea had been a powerful reminder, one she eagerly followed before she lost herself again. Ashe paced forward, golden eyes still turned up at the pair as she dropped the quite angry, snarling gourd at Kalt's feet. She darted her teeth out as she did, nipping at his shin and gently pulling at his pant let before bouncing back a step. She let out a high bark at Theea up on the assassin's shoulders and looked up at her, ears perked forward.