[immediately, shalem thinks of trails of flowers, rose petals on the floor, but the only flowers he has access to that are not attempting to murder him are the lavenders in his jacket, and he refuses to butcher them. he may want to live... but if necessary, he will die to keep them intact.]

Unfortunately... [this time, he's not speaking slowly for the sake of a dramatic pause. he's speaking slowly because he's thinking quickly.] I only have my feet and tail. Perhaps walking so heavily that I leave gouges in the ground were to work...

[or gouges in the trees. but they might not like that.]