Katniss doesn't hear him. She has entered the woods to do hunting of her own, and there's no sound of anyone else in the woods. There's no sound of anyone who is human in the woods, but she can hear all the rest of the noises that the woods bring.

If she could, she would never leave this forest.

She would never go back on the other side of that electric fence, but her sister is there. Prim is there. Katniss will do anything to ensure she doesn't starve.

They all nearly did starve.

She's not going to let it happen again.

Katniss will hunt. She'll get the food her family needs, and she will survive. It's all anyone can do in District 12. There's no way for a kid to rebel on his or her own, not that rebellion is even a thought that occurs to her as angry as she might be at the situation they've all been forced into.

It's not as important as surviving.

She can't afford to think beyond that.

Her little sister can't afford for her mind to stray.

Katniss hears the sound of something further into the woods, and she takes the bow and arrow into her hands, ready to find it, to aim, and to fire.

Her muscles are tense but focused on the task at hand.