He's backing away now, skirting around the tree to flee into the bushes. At a nod from me, two of the wolves jump on him, pinning him to the ground. I just need him to speak now, I can't learn human talk without it, I could always growl at him, but he might take that badly. He finally says something, something that makes me gasp and step closer to him.

"I'm a plant talker, you are?"

The question catches me off guard, but I reply casually, with a grin.

"I'm a mind reader."

I flee now, as his thoughts fill with his plans for me, most involving death. The trees lash out as I pass, their branches scratching across my bare arms and face, drawing bright red beads of blood. I am stumbling now, the fading twilight casting long shadow, and obscuring my vision of the roots. I reach the cave that I call home and fall into my bed, my mind pulled into the deep abyss of sleep. As I go under, I utter two words to the ever obedient, willing to please wolves that will change my life forever.

"Kill him."