Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

Wolves. She hated them. All of them. Not one was any good (from on-site experience so far - sorry Taikon our thread fell short right before I took hiatus ;w; i still weep. you were the chosen one). The creature stood still with a vine hanging from her maw, careful to not bite into a venomous berry. The sound of her heart thudding softly in her ears at a steady pace... she waited, hoping the snap was from nothing than the ice shattering the stick under its vice-grip. 

But no. Another came. A vile creature approached her pile of hard-earned berries (well, to Evanora herself but she felt protective over her work). The woman offered a contemptuous smile, and she silently snarled in return. No sound rolling from her lips, only the mute defiance over the presence of a lupine. Aye. Through needled teeth she spoke calmly. Staying closer to the ground in a defensive stance, slithering in her own skin along the ground from left to right as she judged the woman from the lower angle... Shoulders rolling like waves on the ocean just ready to turn sour. What could this she-devil possibly want?