Bearclaw Valley karate lessons

it took every tendril of her being not to crack an overjoyed smile when he complimented her, recognized her as a real fighter. she shuffled to rise once he'd stepped aside, a soft huff and the roll of a shoulder feigning the excitement she felt as if his words had been no big deal at all. 

"course i do," she responded in turn to his question of guarding the valley. 

stomping along patrol routes and picking fights wasn't just her choice of rebellion, it gave her purpose.