She quite literally lays down in the snow on her big, thick, tree-like limbs. She still towers over the duo either way, but she holds her strange little mandible-hands (handibles) out to him, palms facing skyward. She's not hostile, but Wolfwood is carrying many heavy objects.

"I am Moder, the Forest's Guardian. The things in the woods are no longer mine, but they belong to the false-deity within. For now, I and the Gargoyle guard this Grove, that it may prosper. He has gone to get your village's doctor.

May I help you?"