The Bracken Woods Superstition

Hyssop out. Thanks for the thread!

Unsatisfied, the canine lunged. A waste of energy, she thought- a wolf would be no match for her in speed. Hyssop gripped the hare scraps in her teeth, and vaulted away. She was fleet- faster than any wolf could be by a long shot- and she didn’t look back as she shot away into the wilderness. 

She hadn’t even had a drink from the stream, and yet her luck had been bad. What a day.