[Peeta can do calm and focused. He nods, keeping his voice hushed to avoid attracting attention; though they're likely not focused on him, he can't be too careful.]

It's fire--there's two of them, at least, and they've been breathing it at each other for a while now. I think they might be fighting over me. [As strange as the thought is--and why him? Surely, there's other prey to be found somewhere.

He looks over his shoulder again.]

I didn't realize I'd gone so far. I was just following blueberry bushes along the riverbank when something grabbed me and flew away. I think we're north of the river.