Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

The silence was broken as sharp growl as the wolf belittled's the witch's warning. How dare she tell the Wiccan what she can or cannot do in the presence of such a wicked creature like herself. It didn't help that the same hatred was felt toward the coyote as the coyote felt toward the wolf. A mutual disdain between the two ready to erupt. 

An wah makes yuh tink mi wud help you? The venomous words spilled out into the frosted air. Though she spoke, her defensive position did not break. Poised and ready to spring into movement. There was no telling how many of the berries she could scoop up in a moment to make a run for it, it would be a shame to leave them here for the wolf... If she was cautious not to swallow her saliva if she took as many as possible to run with, all should be fine. 

All the while the internal conversation went on, the coyote's eyes flickered from her plan on the berries and back onto the wolf.. ever watching, waiting, prudent of its presence. 

Ignore the random voice/accent change >:Y