Blackfeather Woods haven't you people ever heard of

she wasn't going to die. the knowledge calmed her beating heart, her panic dissipated and she squirmed, shifting her weight beneath the woman to alleviate the awkwardness of her stance. she stilled, watching the woman as she began to speak once more. she hardly made any sense, and she could not help but ask "Which lands?"  she didn't know if the girl hadn't already realised, but she was a shit fighter. 

her next grave question had her tail twitch on the earth, unsettled at the odd and strange way this woman spoke. barely out of adolescence, and already she possessed an unsettling demeanour of danger and intimidation. "I don't want to die." came her only words, clipped and hurried.