It was the 74th Hunger Games. You relished the territory. It was a vast landscape, and to one side, with trees. You had already figured out where there was water, and hunting was never a problem for you. Only problem was the Career Pack on your trail. You had taken refuge high in the trees, bow in hand and quiver slung over your shoulder.

You: "How's it going down there?"

The Career pack grew confused at this, Glimmer frowned. Cato looked at you intently. Clove snarled.

Cato: "Fine. You?"