Lyle had been dodging figures in the fog since they'd turned the Tributes loose. He'd been trying to get some idea of the layout, figure out a good place for three sentients to hole up, but weird way the shouting echoed had been throwing him off. It didn't help that apparently the goodies were scattered all over the place instead of being in a single spot -- he'd kept having to hide.

Finally though, finally, he'd heard something familiar. It took him awhile to find it in the fog, but there's a building looming out of the fog, and it has to be better than being out in the open. It was also a good place for an ambush.

He hesitated, waiting for another birdcall, hoping he was in the right place.