hit 'em right between the eyes!

It swayed up and down, creaking and snapping. Its rumble was like an agitated elder with a mouthful of reprimand. So high above her – no, not just her, but all the wolves of Duskfire. A great branch – aged and rotting – groaned in protest. It was horribly blustery today even though there was no sign of a storm in sight. Which raised the question: why is this tree growling at me? Was it trying to pick a fight with her – the famed warrior of Duskfire Glacier?!
        Jökull spent far too much time clawing at the trunk of the tree, trying to climb it; jumping up and down, thrashing against the bark with tooth and fang, dismantling the tree's protective covering. From an spectator's point of view, she looked like a simpleton trying to uproot a tree fifty times bigger than her. Who could say height meant anything to a pup with blazing aspirations? One way or another, she would slay this tree. This pretentious, towering plant!
        Wind whizzed past her ears, platinum eyes glued to that run-down arm. She flexed her body to attack the tree again, but a loud CRACK! made her pause. Overhead, the branch she had been so taken with broke in two. It started falling, not gaining any momentum due to other branches in its path. Jökull was weary enough to move out of the way lest she be bombarded by splintered wood. Upon doing so, the branch collided with the ground behind her. The wood was so decayed, it did not even make a sound.
        The tree was silent.
        “I win!” she gloated, prancing around the circumference of the tree before hiking up a leg and relieving herself. Ahh...