Big Salmon Lake With our eyes wide open

The woman took the girl's defeat, releasing her leg. She moved to stand, a small smile playing on her lips, her tail swaying softly, "You're talented. Say, what's your name?" Her eyes trained on the girl as she stood, shaking the dust from her fur. There was a small amount of pain from where the girl had made her marks but decided it was good that she had no quarrels about fighting. It would prove her a talented warrior. With training, of course. 

Her head tilted slightly, studying the girl and making sure no harm had come to her. She expected an answer to come quickly, yet wondered if she'd get one at all for she didn't utter words in the woods. No question had come from her; a red ear flicked in contemplation.