"Probably because most predators can't climb trees," The girl muttered under her breath as she continued looking around cautiously; of course, her first assumption for strange things like this was indeed that there was a new carnivore in the woods, as she'd never talked to another human being aside from her father. She spoke as though she was stuck in the nineteenth century, speaking such proper English with a slight English accent, no less. A sudden rush of annoyance gripped the girl; what was one to gain from acting all mysterious and frightening a person? She quickly pushed the feeling away, telling herself that it was rather rude and improper, but after thinking of something once, it was always hard to forget about it.