Redtail Rise whose woods these are I think I know

She had been expecting the question about fighting. She heard the woman's way of speaking and thought nothing of it. She was mute, others were not, some spoke one way, others another. It mattered not.

Sighing--the closest thing to a word or noise she ever made--she rose to her paws again, wondering if the woman wanted a test of strength or skill. Nodding once, clearly, in affirmation, she lowered her body weight, spreading her paws farther apart, tucking her tail against her leg, ears lowered, and waited.

She looked at the woman, then away, then back again, cocking her head in a silent question: A fight? Or no?