There is no silence in the forest. There will always be some sound; the wind rustling the leaves on the trees and foliage, the burbling of a stream some meters away, baby birds calling out to their mothers, and the creaking of an ancient oak swaying in the breeze. The sounds will never compare to the smells of the wood, there are no words humans can speak that capture its magnificence. Yet the essence of the forest is what is smelled and heard when near Katniss Everdeen.