Tom yawns, rubbing his eyes in the darkness. Danny is asleep on a wide, flat branch next to him, while Tom keeps watch. The advantage of having two people is that there can always be a pair of eyes looking out for you, so you don't have to worry about being caught in your sleep. At least they have an idea of how many there are to fight; six tributes died trying to get supplies at the start, one of them the boy Danny pushed off them, and since then the cannon signalling that someone else had died has gone off once. That made seventeen of them left in the area.
Suddenly, there's a rustle that doesn't sound like it was just the wind, and Tom sits up straighter, straining to see in the dark. The tree they are in is fairly big and they are quite high up, so he doesn't think they'll be seen, but still, better to know what's out there.
After a minute, five or so tributes wander into view below him, clearly the elite gang of the best tributes that always band together to hunt the weaker ones. Tom spots the boy from District two, the one that looked less than enthusiastic at being chosen, in the group, and sees that from his side, the boy has what looks like a lightening shaped scar in his hair. This barely registers before the boy turns his head, and Tom is sure that he has been seen, but then the boy looks away again and maybe it was just how the shadows fell that made it look like the boy saw him.
"Anyone see anything?" asks the boy at the front, not bothering to be quiet. They don't need to worry about being heard; if anyone comes after them, it only means that they don't have to hunt them down later.
"Nope. Maybe we should go south again," says the boy with the lightening scar, facing the rest of the group again, letting Tom breathe a silent sigh of relief.
"Let's go then. You can bring up the rear Haz," says a girl with a wicked looking spear in one hand. They walk away, the brunette with the lightening scar at the back. Tom could have sworn that he glanced back into the tree where he and Danny were, but 'Haz' doesn't say anything to the group, so he must have been wrong.
He settles back against the tree. Another hour at least until he wakes Danny and gets to sleep, so he might as well get comfortable.