His traps had been more fruitful than Peppers. Some sort of strange desert lizard and a rodent of some sort. Not a whole lot, but protein was always good. Every little bit helped out here.

You couldn't be in a good mood while in the arena, it just wasn't possible. But, at least in this case, Danny was sort of in a good mood.

Which quickly went the way of the dodo when he reached the camp site. Well, shit.

"Get the fuck off her!" he pulled out his machete, dropping the poor dead animals on the ground and rushing to Pepper's defense.