one thing they cant have is friendship

Walking through the woods in the middle of the day I have no intention of hunting this afternoon. My knee high worn leather boots stamp on the ground silently as i make my trek to a special pond a quarter of a mile off the Capitol Land. Its a warm day and im glad i had decided to wear my tight jeans and a white and black tank top. With my bow and chief of of arrows over my shoulder i walk up to the little pond and wet my face cooling myself down instantly with the chilly spring water. My father had shown me this place once before he had died and I try to make the trip here every month or so in his memory. Relaxing I lay back and soak in as much sun as i can, I don't ever get much time to relax what with terrorizing Peacekeepers all the time. I hear something shuffle off in the distance and suddenly take my stance , bow and arrow loaded waiting to see if it is friend or foe coming towards me. I can't see anything for a little bit but i can still hear them so i keep my eyes not just forward but around me as well. Who is this ? and How do they know about this spot. Maybe i am not the only one my Father showed the spring too but then who else would he have entrusted this precious place too?