Blacktail Deer Plateau Round 2: What are you made of?

Pema snatched at one of her ankles, and her pin became messier than she'd hoped, losing her balance in the midst of trying to execute it neatly and half falling onto the healer with an oof. Pulling herself up, and pining the woman a moment with panting breath, she stepped away to grin at Pema, anger already forgotten. Giving her pelt a quick shake, she dipped her head, slipping out between heavy breaths, "good fight." This was rather fun actually; she ought to spar the healer more often. 

Her focus moved next to her father and Shale, rather interested to see who would win, rooting quietly for her father. They were similar, save her father's missing eye, and she hoped the half-blindness wouldn't give Shale much of a lead on him.