Sam's taken to using the night to go outside to hunt, these past few days. Not alone, of course, he rarely strays too far from one of his allies, but just because they're hunting together doesn't mean they don't split up on occasion.

Tonight is one of those occasions, and Sam's moving through the woods momentarily alone, eyes sharp for any signs of creatures that might be passable as food. Aside from the feast, it's pretty scarce this arena, and Sam's more than willing to make concessions when it comes to what's 'passable.'

He slows a little when he hears the sound of something moving up ahead, automatically checking for any signs of the light that follows powered Tributes around. Nothing, but that doesn't mean anything - Sam knows better than anyone that not having powers doesn't mean not being dangerous, and that's not even counting that it might be gamemaker related.

So he keeps a firm grip on his dagger as he moves towards the sound, until he gets close enough that he thinks he can make out who it is.

"Luke?"