From my novel that I am currently querying:

Coming to these woods was a mistake. Somewhere behind the matte greens and frost-tipped browns, a threat lurked unaware of her but not for long. If she just reached out to the forest for help—but no, that would expose her location to her people, the dryads that looked to take her home. Kata Sycamore was trapped.

She was being silly, of course—putting her life in danger just to avoid the dull responsibilities of caring for ents. She had to go home, and that was it. Her years of spying on humankind had been exciting but fleeting. Her will to run flagged, drawing her back towards her dryadic pursuers. What would she say to them? Her fellow dryads would never understand her, dreading humans as they did. No, she avoided them for a reason and she couldn’t give up yet.