He snorted, a wry sound, as his head tipped, following Max's fingers without struggle.

"You called it." Hand falling away from Max's cheek, he reached for his bag, tugging at the zipper and fishing inside for the little white case he'd gotten at the Cornucopia. "They jus' can't pass up the chance to see us get eatin' by somethin'."

And with the lack of suitable beasts, why not the trees?