Whitebark Stream don't think we need to engage in any pleasantries

The taste of his fur as it caught in her teeth was sharp against the blood. It did not last though, as the man knocked some sense into her; a sharp jab up, punching her back and leaving the world spinning. She nearly clipped her own tongue.
She was staggered a moment and lost herself. He was bowing, which was fortunate, as Indra swayed in to his range of motion and caught herself trying to grab at him with some new ferocity - missing utterly, as he wove down, though.
The girl steadied herself against the dead thing instead. It was only a momentary lapse from the blow which addled her, and when she was able she shot him a glare - met with apology.
She shook out her neck furs and looked away, to show forgiveness if nothing else.