Taking a deep breath, Katniss raised rapped against the door lightly. In the silence of the quiet town, it echoed all around her. It hadn't taken her long to locate Prim and the town was small enough for her to walk through without any problems. It didn't mean she went unarmed, hooking her bow over her shoulder and quiver of arrows locked securely on her back. Though she rarely went hunting, when she was pulled here, she had been out in the woods. Hunting was as natural to her as breathing and being outside helped with the constant pain of losing Prim and knowing she would probably never see her mother or Gale again.
"Hello?" The brunette called out in the stillness. "Prim?" To say she was eager was the understatement of the century. Her sister was supposed to be dead and yet here she was, alive and well, living with another family. It made no sense. In Katniss's world, when you died, you stayed dead so how was Prim alive here? Despite the network, she was still skeptical until she saw her beautiful, innocent sister for herself. Until she held her securely in her arms.