A Summer Job

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, audible but barely. She hadn't been eaten on sight, which had been a possibility in her frazzled brain. Tyrian didn't exactly look like a cannibal though, save for the large fangs which her eyes flickered to several times out of anxiety, before settling back into his gaze once she was sure they wouldn't pierce her throat.

Now that they had established that murder wasn't on either of their minds, She took the time to attempt to sell herself as a potential pack member.
"Yep! Err, I haven't got any real field experience, but I think I can recall most herbs." Her voice was still muffled by the bundle in her mouth, as she didn't know whether she should put it down or not.

She wondered if she should bring up her navigation skills, but she figured she didn't want to push herself to hard lest she appear overconfident, plus she felt more familiar with plants anyways.