its a kodiak moment

She gathered herself to stand tall, looking down at him with a raised brow even though her chin barely bowed. It almost looked like she would lunge forward and snap him up; it didn’t appear at first glance the girl would take kindly to someone bossing her around. Finally, after bated breath, she would burst out with a laugh. “bossy little man” she snickered, having experienced many times going to the healers back home. It was good to know that some things in a strange new place remained the same. Healers could still be strict, and warriors could be fearless. Even though Eliphas said she wasn’t to move, his familiar found a spring of water that could be used to wash off the blood. Her brow once more raised in amusement before she lifted herself from the ground.

“not dead yet. Calm self. I be slow and careful” She was telling him to relax; she wasn’t dead yet. She was able to move, and if she needed to, she’d sit still again and allow him to put muti on her wounds. Her head swung to the massive spear sticking out of the bear still, and she grunted at it. “need iklwa. Use as flint.” she’d add-in, finding further amusement in seeing the boy pick up her weapon. Her people believed the spirits of the ancestors resided in them, and before she (or he) could protest, she remembered that. Reaching over, she plucked it from the bear. She would not allow the stranger to pick up her weapon. If she could not hold her ancestors’ hopes, if she failed to grasp her weapon, she would fail. With the spear in her jaws now, she’d wait for the boy to lead her to the spring.

- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought/Others!' - -
3/3 fought a large predator (grizzly bear)