Otter Creek what is dead may never die

He turned around, the vessel smiling triumphantly as he turned to see her. His confused, then angry gaze did nothing to phase her. Instead the young girl stepped forward slightly, smirking at his growl. She tried to remain unfazed, but he was larger and older than her. She was nothing if worthless compared to him. But she was resilent nonetheless. The girl snorted at his demand, but, in a rare smart move, wheeled around running a few lengths away from the dark forest, despite its pull. She called out to him. Is this fine?