far from perfect

"Sure!" Tiger responds. He was nice enough to help her with one herb. Why not more? She took the useless weed in her mouth, believing it the cure to constipation, and left her collection a ways before the rock. The stuff bled her saliva, so she'd be sure to find it afterward.

His velvet suggestion was well-received. Dropping the weed for a moment, she says, "Wow, are you serious? Cool. So it's an eye for an eye here, there's some dead carcass down-river some, that-aways," she gestured in the direction crows currently flied. She grinned, glad to have given him something in return. Animals helping animals. Tiger would start a damn club.

She picked it up and waited for him to move. If it wasn't clear she'd follow, it became so when she propped her forelegs on the rock he stood; she'd follow in his footsteps.