"You should listen," she says, to no one in particular, "when the leaves tell you to be quiet."
She rolls her head to the side, thinking, "It may just sound like they're nagging; always going sssshhhhhhhhhh. But they know what they're talking about. 'Cause if the leaves can hear you, so can the thing you're hunting..."
And now her eyes sharpen; fixing in to the very center of your own, "Or, you know, whatever's hunting you."