Herbalists' Cache Taste Of Fame

Grace didn't have a hostile bone in her body, really, at least not one she'd ever known. The man that called himself Riptide called out, confirming her name in a tone that suggested she need not answer. She nodded her blackened muzzle anyways, taking in his pose with golden eyes that calmed by the second. He wasn't dangerous, or perhaps the right word was that he wasn't aggressive, for surely this larger man could be dangerous. His tone won her over though, her leg hangling limply on the earth as her muscles relaxed and her face softened. She licked at her lips and her tail curled along her flank, but her ears cupped forward in curiousity.  
                   "W-What're you doing here?"
The words weren't a challenge, just as skittishly but at a louder tone than before. This was a place filled with valuable herbs that she could grow within the borders of her home, in the garden she had yet to plant. Perhaps they could teach each other a thing or two? Or maybe he was just passing through with no knowledge or interest in the plants here.