No. I'm not hurt. Or betrayed. This is a game. A competition. To the death.

Of course he wants private coaching. I'm such an idiot for not asking for it first.


.... I'm such an idiot. 

 Katniss had few pleasures left in life anymore. She was jaded and a bit of a cynic with little to really keep her happy. But she had a few happinesses. Prim was one of them. She would live and die for her sister. And hunting was the other. 

Maybe not so much the act of hunting. She was impartial to it, really. It was really just being outside the city for once. Going past the fence was against the law. So was hunting, though. But with the fresh game her and Gale brought back no one was really eager to punish either child for the poaching. And it kept them fed.

So every day since she was about twelve years old, Katniss went out to hunt with her best friend Gale. Or even by herself sometimes. Just a moment alone in the wild. Crouching in trees, setting traps, watching for life. Sometimes she'd be in one spot for hours waiting for game to come by. And that suited her just fine.

Today Gale was busy in town with his family. So Katniss went out hunting on her own. Well, not so much on her own. Since a certain assassin had agreed to join her.

Once she'd walked the length of the snare line, being sure to put all traps in their places she settled high up in a tree with her bow and arrows in her lap, just sort of... lounging really. Waiting. Hoping Henry could find the meeting place. It was a forest, though...