Haunted Wood big ones, small ones

she dipped her head in at his judgement of her worth, musing aloud, "What purpose have the weak, other than to serve the strong?" it was a question she hardly expected to be answered. a girl such as this one did have the potential for some sort of use, Vengeance quick to add that she might hold some use for the young. Whether as caretaker or target practise, she did not know, but the woman could effectively fill either position. 

"Me neither - but I have no complaint. " she added with a smirk, stalking forward, and watching the girl, with a thoughtful tip of her head. she seemed to have lost all value, become less than a wolf, before her gaze. not that she had much in the first place, but her weakness had her less than deserving of the title or "wolf" in the woman's eyes. adding, as if helpfully, "Perhaps if a limb or two were to be made inutile, she would be less inclined to flee." 
The suggestion was made less out of practicality, but more of curiosity; just how much fear and weakness could the woman show?