Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

Hey.
Famine.
And he wanted to learn.

She spun, charging the few paces towards him with her posture screaming everything threatening and intent to hurt him.
She wouldn't, but she wanted to know how quickly he could defend himself using the move she'd taught him.
Or perhaps some other move he'd picked up.

Either way, the hipsanic woman bore down on him, praying he wouldn't just run.
But he didn't seem like the type to do that.