Thankfully, there were coconuts. Draco had had a similar thought early that morning, when he awoke to a terrible crick in his neck and more irritability than he knew what to actually do with. How to get it open was still evading him to some extent, though he had a feeling he could smash it well enough with a bit of trying, maybe pry it open with his fingernails.

He was cursing under his breath, though. He needed something more than just his hands for this to work to any real extent, and the blond began to glance around for some sign of a rock, or a stick, or anything sturdy; he'd heard noises before, someone nearby him, and had paused to let them pass. But now he continued to hear them, not too far away, but getting no closer. Only now did Draco spy another Tribute in another tree, and he froze, pressing himself closer to the trunk in an attempt to remain hidden for now.