You make cute cat noises in the wind. You are a lost kitty, out in the cold. No animal lover could hear these pathetic wails and not go searching off-trail for their source. And that's when you'll wrap your thorny vines around their body and squeeze while they scream. Your roots are practically drooling.
You make a few hours' worth of noises but no one comes. As a tree, you are blessed with extraordinary patience, but for some reason this hunger has you off-balance. Those few hours felt like days and you want blood now, dangit.