Now isn't it a lucky thing that Katniss Everdeen is a talented hunter?

She'd gotten out of the hospital, her shoulder all but completely healed thanks to Ino, and went to find Daryl as soon as she could talk everyone into letting her out. Daryl was her ... whatever-he-was.

Eh. They'd worry about the emotional stuff later.

She was more worried the idiot had drank himself into a stupor.

So there she was at his camp, carefully going around the sight, until she found a trod patch of grass -- boot-sized - about half a dozen meters from his actual site.

Then she started really tracking.