At the sight of the mutt (it's huge and of all things he's not expecting a mutt like that) Finnick flinches and starts sneaking away from the river, trying to get away without the thing noticing him. He's never seen anything like this, unless it's some sort of nightmarish twist on a lizard, and he doesn't know what its abilities might be. Hopefully it's not a determined tracker.

Finnick startles at the shout, and spins around to see a young man of around his own age, armed with a bow and arrows. Armed but without them currently in hand.

"It has a name?"