A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Fetch, roll over, play dead - she'd do it all for the sake of how brightly Theea laughed. She crouched lower as Kalt pulled her back to his shoulders, narrowing her eyes.. Hah! As if he could keep up with her. She waited for them, let him get within a few paces of her and even let the gourd waddle a short distance away.. and then she lunged forward, grabbing the snarling thing in her jaws before she darted off to the side and danced around behind Kalt . Theea was shrieking with laughter between being on her running father's shoulders and the way Ashe weaved around them. She bounded away from his pursuit, and her heart beat strongly as she moved with airy steps for such a large animal. Long limbs slowed as she put a small amount of distance between them, and she dropped the pumpkin down between her paws again. It was strange how natural this felt, how easy it was to be both Ashe and the wolf at once. A different version of herself still, but it was freeing - this form often was... but for the first time in a while, she wasn't dreading the moment she'd slip back into standing on two feet. Ashe barked twice at them, and she grabbed ahold of the gourd again. This time, she didn't run immediately away. With a swing of her head, the gourd was sent growling and shrieking away, flying through the air with and extra electrical boost that left the smell of singed pumpkin in the air. She bounded after it and glanced over her shoulder at them, eyes dancing as she kept her steps slower - she swore she was drunk on their scents, on the sounds of laughter.