She'd meant to make a hunting appointment with the girl earlier, but the month's turned out surprisingly busier than she'd anticipated and she expects its only going to get worse as they move into December, with the holidays looming. Not to mention it's going to get a lot colder.

It's already cold, although Natasha doesn't pay it too much mind. This is hardly Russia, although she's still bundled up in a warm coat - nothing too thick and bulky to get in her way, just enough to stave off the worst of the chill. Her breath makes visible puffs in the air as she waits patiently by the edge of the forest in the early morning hours, waiting for Katniss.