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Peeta
reaches
my
feet
and
I
grab
his
arm
and
pull
him
along
.
Then
I
remember
Cato
waiting
at
the
top
and
whip
around
,
but
he
's
doubled
over
with
cramps
and
apparently
more
preoccupied
with
the
mutts
than
us
.
He
coughs
out
something
unintelligible
.
The
snuffling
,
growling
sound
coming
from
the
mutts
is
n't
helping
.
"
What
?
"
I
shout
at
him
.
"
He
said
,
'
Can
they
climb
it
?
'
"
answers
Peeta
,
drawing
my
focus
back
to
the
base
of
the
horn
.
The
mutts
are
beginning
to
assemble
.
As
they
join
together
,
they
raise
up
again
to
stand
easily
on
their
back
legs
giving
them
an
eerily
human
quality
.
Each
has
a
thick
coat
,
some
with
fur
that
is
straight
and
sleek
,
others
curly
,
and
the
colors
vary
from
jet
black
to
what
I
can
only
describe
as
blond
.
There
's
something
else
about
them
,
something
that
makes
the
hair
rise
up
on
the
back
of
my
neck
,
but
I
ca
n't
put
my
finger
on
it
.
They
put
their
snouts
on
the
horn
,
sniffing
and
tasting
the
metal
,
scraping
paws
over
the
surface
and
then
making
high-pitched
yipping
sounds
to
one
another
.
This
must
be
how
they
communicate
because
the
pack
backs
up
as
if
to
make
room
.
Then
one
of
them
,
a
good-size
mutt
with
silky
waves
of
blond
fur
takes
a
running
start
and
leaps
onto
the
horn
.
Its
back
legs
must
be
incredibly
powerful
because
it
lands
a
mere
ten
feet
below
us
,
its
pink
lips
pulled
back
in
a
snarl
.
For
a
moment
it
hangs
there
,
and
in
that
moment
I
realize
what
else
unsettled
me
about
the
mutts
.
The
green
eyes
glowering
at
me
are
unlike
any
dog
or
wolf
,
any
canine
I
've
ever
seen
.
They
are
unmistakably
human
.
And
that
revelation
has
barely
registered
when
I
notice
the
collar
with
the
number
1
inlaid
with
jewels
and
the
whole
horrible
thing
hits
me
.
The
blonde
hair
,
the
green
eyes
,
the
number
.
it
's
Glimmer
.
A
shriek
escapes
my
lips
and
I
'm
having
trouble
holding
the
arrow
in
place
.
I
have
been
waiting
to
fire
,
only
too
aware
of
my
dwindling
supply
of
arrows
.
Waiting
to
see
if
the
creatures
can
,
in
fact
,
climb
.
But
now
,
even
though
the
mutt
has
begun
to
slide
backward
,
unable
to
find
any
purchase
on
the
metal
,
even
though
I
can
hear
the
slow
screeching
of
the
claws
like
nails
on
a
blackboard
,
I
fire
into
its
throat
.
Its
body
twitches
and
flops
onto
the
ground
with
a
thud
.
"
Katniss
?
"
I
can
feel
Peeta
's
grip
on
my
arm
.
"
It
's
her
!
"
I
get
out
.
"
Who
?
"
asks
Peeta
.
