[He didn't reply until after they'd made it back to the road and he'd made certain the treant had given up the pursuit. Now that the danger of injury was gone, he studied the young woman quietly for a moment before answering her questions. From all appearances she seemed human, though why she was in these woods and trying to deal with treants of all things, he didn't know. Perhaps she might be following the druidic ways, there were a few humans which were attempting to join that group. It was possible she was one of them.]

It was no fault of yours. The majority of treants unfortunately have not yet recovered from the trauma of certain events which have rocked this world. They've gone mad one might say... and thus lash out at anyone which gets in their way. Be they foe or friend. Might I ask what brings you to these woods?