Haunted Wood Herbs

The wolf doesn’t give in to his game, sending a shiver of irritation up his spine.  She has no reason to believe his name is Bad Luck but neither does she have reason to believe it isn’t.  He’s black and he’s crossed her path, that’s bad luck enough, right?  At least that’s what he’s heard through the grapevine. He knows to look out for himself around specific times of the year and it appears he isn’t going to get much out of this.  He’s already bored.  She digs at the ground some more and attempts to climb the tree but, a wolf as large as she isn’t going to be able to reach him.  With a swish of his tail, he takes a few steps further down, ascending easily to a higher branch so he can reach the one on the next tree over.

“Too bad I won’t get to hear you explain you’ve let a curse come upon your home. They’ll be so disappointed,” he tells her before he jumps, landing on the branch and disappearing further into the forest, leaving the wolf in a trail of his dust.

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