Most Autumns you have a habit, almost a ritual, of making the previous year's Gwodder the last thing you eat before the Winter comes. But this year you find there's an unfamiliar hunger stirring in you. Gwodder wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. You don't know why you feel this way but you want to devour as many terrified hikers as you can before Winter comes. You shake your leafy head. Madness. Next year's Gwodder would grow fat on fear, and you've seen that happen before - it's not pretty.
But that was before you learned, and before you learned self-control. You should be able to keep yourself to just one terrified hiker, and a little bit of fear in the mix doesn't hurt when you've got to grow an adult human simulacra on a three month schedule.