Haunted Wood sleight of hand

It seemed that her reprimand was done, and he batted his paws in her face, warding her away.
She backed up a few paces, tail lashing still.
Not bloodied, perhaps bruised.
A good first fight, she thought.

"You're not such a wimp after all." She mildly complimented.
She stalked around him as he took the time to gauge whatever he needed. She thinks this fight is over, though, and no more needs to come of it.
She was the Leitenient, and he'd learn to listen. For now, the wild thought of his being an Ursus spy was now a quiet whisper she'd contemplate.
She wanted to get back to her children, but she refused to turn her back on an opponent without closure.
Finality of the fight.