Katniss was walking down the stairs, a piece of paper and a pencil in hand. She was making a very rough map of the castle itself, so she could get around more easily. Her quiver was slung across her back, and her bow on her shoulder, as she walked into the lobby ...

And stopped.

The pencil and paper dropped from her hand as she stepped back, instincts kicking in as she pulled her bow to her hand, an arrow with the other, grey eyes going wide then narrowing.

She grit her teeth together briefly, "Now what kind of mutt are you?"