Cedar Sweep Black swan

She could've fashioned a little satchel, but that was time-consuming, requiring of.. patience. She had none to spare when she set out today. Jaws worked fine, and she wasn't after anything dangerous. Not today, at least.

S'just dirt, and there's worse tastes to deal with. silver shoulders rolled in a shrug, a soft sigh echoing from her mouth. Experienced in her field, she could've recited 100 herbs with fouler tangs, each a memory on the buds of her tongue. It wasn't those she thought of first, however.

Unbecoming. Unbecoming. Her mind sticks to the word, ponders it a moment. A low snicker rolled on her breath I do, typically, it's the nature of the job. You learn to suck it up.

She sets the roots down, spitting and puffing the dirt from her mouth, bringing a paw up to her lip to wipe away more. When she is finished, she organizes what she's collected in a pile on the ground.

Suddenly, her head twists, she locks eyes with him, intense as a kindling flame, a predators gaze. Now is the time for a game. I can wound ya with more than just my words- She suddenly kicks off, barreling towards him, intent seeping from the saliva on her teeth.