The Heartwood You Got That, Kitten? [m]

"I don't smell 'em," she replies in earnest. "Anyway, I got all-up-in-yo personal space. That's why." She nodded, as dots of rain hit her spine. She was about to go when he asked her a question, and Tiger licked her chops. "I'm herb-hunting. I wanna be a medic so I'm just exploring. I know diddly-squat, though, so, you know, just trying my luck. Hopefully nothing kills me." She was only half-kidding. It actually could happen, if she came across a yew berry. She'd bite to the seed, none-the-wiser she'd die however long that sort of death took.

She paused, about to leave, but reconsidered for a moment. "What's a handsome big thing like you braving this storm for?" Tiger could flirt with the best of them, and grinned winningly at the bulky dude. "You wanna keep me dry? I could totally find shelter beneath you. Seems safe," she waggles her brows, and there was nothing to suggest that she was joking. Really, she wasn't. Without Jaws around, she had no boo to scratch her itch. Thunder rolled again.