far from perfect

A voice spoke, and Tiger turned, sucking in a great amount of air in the process. Whirling around, she noted a coyote... but Tiger behaved non-aggressively. All she had were plants, things of which she had never seen a coyote carry around, and she was on neutral land. She nearly missed the words that silk voice had spoken, and Tiger looked at the tawny creature, confused for a moment. 

"Huh?" Shuffling her feet, she felt the herbs at her feet and was reminded. "Oh, no, not quite. I'm a meat-eater through and through." Insert cheeky grin here. "Do you know anything about this stuff?" she pushed the herbs forward some, all non-toxic fortunately (by some miracle), some useful but most useless. It appeared none of the Plateau would come to chat... so, well, she would have to see what she could garner from the wilds.