[Katniss surprises her. To Clove's credit, the reaction is minimal, but the instincts are still there: if you aren't always prepared, you're dead.
Where the knife in her hand comes from, who can say? Probably a strap up her sleeve. Pulling it out is a reflex, not a threat, and once Clove actually sees the other girl, the weapon disappears again.
The people she's familiar with run in a separate circle than she does. Her interaction with them is limited at best.
There's a mild embarrassment on Clove's face, mixed with the frustration of knowing how poor of a job she's doing. But, she was trained in different kinds of traps-- more ambushes than anything else. She was taught to fight, not to hunt. In all her years of schooling and "athletic" training (because it was cheating if they were being trained for the Games), no one had ever tried to impress upon her that she might need to supply her own food.
She looks up, squatted down by her work rather than sitting. Easier to get to her feet if someone who meant her harm or something that thought she might be a good meal came along.]
Don't know. [Lying won't help her out here, even if she's sure her answer is laughable.] Fish. Rabbits. Anything.
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Where the knife in her hand comes from, who can say? Probably a strap up her sleeve. Pulling it out is a reflex, not a threat, and once Clove actually sees the other girl, the weapon disappears again.
The people she's familiar with run in a separate circle than she does. Her interaction with them is limited at best.
There's a mild embarrassment on Clove's face, mixed with the frustration of knowing how poor of a job she's doing. But, she was trained in different kinds of traps-- more ambushes than anything else. She was taught to fight, not to hunt. In all her years of schooling and "athletic" training (because it was cheating if they were being trained for the Games), no one had ever tried to impress upon her that she might need to supply her own food.
She looks up, squatted down by her work rather than sitting. Easier to get to her feet if someone who meant her harm or something that thought she might be a good meal came along.]
Don't know. [Lying won't help her out here, even if she's sure her answer is laughable.] Fish. Rabbits. Anything.