The birds chirped outside the window, singing their usual songs. It was a serene evening with no distractions, with barely any chores to do around the house. The leaves rustled slightly in the wind and swayed, creating a nice background sound. Katniss was out hunting in the forest today as usual. Ever since the rebellion ended, Katniss had been spending as much time outside as she could to feel at home again. After checking the window, it was about midday by judging where the sun was and the door opened softly.

Katniss stepped through the door with the usual laced up boots and her father's old leather jacket. It smelled earthy, something like the outdoors which comforted Katniss. In her rough calloused hand was a burlap sack game bag which held her day's catches. She rubbed off the excess dirt on the deer hide rug at the front door and smiled at you.