Wyatt paused, every several yards to stop and listen. The arena was vast and tribute numbers were still large, he was hoping for some clue as to which direction to head. (And any warning that the Gamemakers beasts might be nearby wouldn't be remiss either.)

As it was, that put him unknowingly coming to a stop right beside Char's hiding spot. Silent, turning slowly, his head tipping as he listened.

"Come on," he murmured softly, in that rough drawl of his. "Where are ya?"