A Gourd Game of Fetch {SEASONAL EVENT}

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it As predicted, Kalt's legs tangled her just enough to miss a step. She yelped and tumbled forward, tail over ears. She thumped down on her back with an oof, paws curled inwards towards her chest as the sound of hysterical cackling rang out in the forest. She didn't roll over just yet, but she turned her back back against the dirt to look at Kalt from her position on her back. It rendered him upside down, like he was clinging to the earth. Her tail swished through leaves, and she sneezed at his remark. Swiftly the she wolf flipped herself over, rolling to lay between two roots with her forepaws draped over one. She didn't make a sound, didn't even glance up at the three old little girl that was charging straight for her father. She only lay her chin down on her paws with dancing golden eyes, tail wagging idly behind her. She barked and lifted her head the moment Theea descended on Kalt with shrill laughter, and Ashe's tail moved in earnest. The little girl slopped a fistful of gourd guts down on Kalt, giggling as Ashe barked a few more times and rose to her paws. She bounded only two steps before she was beside the pair, butting her head into Kalt's shoulder in the same moment Theea smeared those pumpkin innards into her neck and shoulder. She let out a low whine and shook her pelt quickly, earning a shriek from the little girl who found herself - and likely her father -  covered in the slimy seed and insides of the demon gourd.