It's the fire that catches her attention. The smoke drifting through the trees, the glow flickering through bushes if she looks in the right direction. Daylight means that the fire isn't for warmth or light. Though it's no longer summer in Luceti, it's not the cold winter season yet. But it's time to start stocking up, to spend more time in the woods hunting than time in the village.

And it's easier, much easier to be alone. To give herself time to think, time to forget for a few moments that she's still here. The talking animals have long since stopped bothering her. These woods have almost become home.

Curious, Katniss quietly makes her way towards the fire. She's dressed in her typical brown leather jacket and sturdy dark pants, boots laced tightly and hair back in a braid. She carries her bow in one hand, a quiver with arrows carefully resting between the mockingjay wings on her back. Her steps are silent, that of a natural hunter.

Until she comes to a quick stop in the clearing. She recognizes the boy. Doesn't understand why he looks... younger. Or why he's trying to cook that terrifying lemur she had met months ago. One of his pets.

"You'll regret that."