Martel sighs, with a nod, scanning over the other travelers.  It was quite the assorted group.  A pair tailed girls, they were...  Peculiar but she was uncertain what they were, or what their qualities were, though they seemed to have some sort of healing magic based on their actions.  They and their driver seemed rather self-contained, which might prove just as well for them, being...  Different as they were was apt to cause them some duress as they traveled, if her own experiences were anything to go on.<br/><br/>She ran a pale blue hand through her black hair as she considered the pair of animals towards the center of the devastation.  A druidic shaman and her companion, likely, the bear and wolf working in tandem.  It reminded her of the shamans from home, a slight twinge of loneliness touching her heart as she reflected how lacking in companionship she had been during this journey.  As well as the unusual characters assembled due to the ambush, she took note of the red-haired human woman, who had initially fled as the combat had begun.  Martel was uncertain what to think of her, she had proved to be a competent warrior, but was her feeling cowardice or pragmatism?  The foes had been quite...  Weak, but at the same time, with their numbers they certainly had the appearance of a possibly overwhelming force, perhaps her temporary retreat had been merely wisdom.<br/><br/>She shook her head, turning from the group slowly.  It was customary to remove valuable tokens and useful objects from fallen foes before burial, to take, literally, some of the foe's strength to increase the tribe's, but here Martel left the tradition alone.  The enemies did not have strength she deemed worthy of taking, and she thought it wise to separate herself from the travelers lest they next chose to believe her a monster, for she suspected her survival would become much more difficult if that were to occur.