The brunette practically tumbled over the second she dropped down the tree,

the careers had been tailing her for days, hours even. Desperate to be the first to eliminate her in the Hunger Games. Her judgement of height and climbing were always good, always reliable; yet dehydration brewing within her wore down judgement and heightened her survival instincts.

Katniss locked eyes with you the second she glanced up, swiftly shuffling back like a deer in headlights.

"..." her lips parted.