Big Salmon Lake With our eyes wide open

The girl fought fiercely and would certainly grow into a powerful protector of the woods. Her head snapped back as she was pushed upon again. Grunting softly.
The woman certainly didn't want to be a pushover for the girl, but also tried to keep the balance of being a challenge.

She stood with a warning grumble, starting to mirror the shadow. Her golden gaze flitted over the form, assessing the next move. The next attack. Why did she not pursue a mercenary trade, she didn't know. She landed herself in enough troubles as it was. Bore the scars of it. She lifted her head slightly as if she could feel those teeth at her throat, tightening, ripping. She swallowed and only then realized her distraction had been an opening.

That is why she was not a trained warrior; too easily distracted.