Haunted Wood Herbs

Carrots tilts his head a little as she spoke.  He groans, putting a paw over his face.  “I did answer.  You didn’t listen,” he tells her with an irritated swish of his tail.  “So maybe you are an idiot.”  Carrots pushes against the branch, causing it to waver a little with the force more than anything just to make sure it’s steady.  It doesn’t move too much and he’s sure he can reach the next branch over if he were to jump.  As long as he makes the landing anyway.  

The other starts to dig at the base of the tree and he turns to watch her, stalking along the length of the limb.

“Because you weren’t listening:  My name is Bad Luck,” he tells her again.  “Or are your ears too full of dirt, you dirty wolf? Dirt Wolf.  That's your name.  How do I know you’ll even listen to me when I tell you how you can keep your pack from the curse, Dirt Wolf?”