[Katniss wandered up warily to one of the cages - eying the creature within with a mixture of hostility and wonder. She wondered if they were mutts - genetically altered lizards bred to ... well. To probably kill them. She shuddered, memories surging back from her time under the capital.

The lizards ... screaming her name ...

There was a clunking noise, and she jumped back, drawing her gun on the creature ... but all it did was eye her lazily, and eat more grass. After a moment, she finally put the gun away, and eyed the creature more carefully.]

... you're just herd animals. What the hell are you in the cages for? Where are you going? [She frowned, as she moved a branch closer to the cage, so the creature could eat.] You don't look like good meat.