This was not what Katniss expected when she came home from hunting in the woods. Though she probably should have.

You, her ten year old sister, on top of Prim. Prim, her twelve year old sister, struggling under your weight as you attacked her.

"Stop it! Now!" Katniss says in a low, but fierce voice.

You turn to see Katniss standing in the doorway, looking furious and also having a look of disbelief on her face.

Katniss strides over to you, her expression hardening as she closes the distance between you and Prim.

"Get your hands off her. This ends now." Katniss says as she pulls you away from Prim, who is looking up at her pleadingly. Her grip is strong and unwavering. Her eyes, usually filled determination and strength, are blazing with a fierce protectiveness.