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When the food’s cooked, I pack most of it up, leaving us
each a rabbit’s leg to eat as we walk.
I want to move higher into the woods, climb a good tree,
and make camp for the night, but Peeta resists. “I can’t climb
like you, Katniss, especially with my leg, and I don’t think I
could ever fall asleep fifty feet above the ground.”
“It’s not safe to stay in the open, Peeta,” I say.
“Can’t we go back to the cave?” he asks. “It’s near water and
easy to defend.”
I sigh. Several more hours of walking — or should I say
crashing — through the woods to reach an area we’ll just have
to leave in the morning to hunt. But Peeta doesn’t ask for
much. He’s followed my instructions all day and I’m sure if
things were reversed, he wouldn’t make me spend the night in
a tree. It dawns on me that I haven’t been very nice to Peeta
today. Nagging him about how loud he was, screaming at him
over disappearing. The playful romance we had sustained in
the cave has disappeared out in the open, under the hot sun,
with the threat of Cato looming over us. Haymitch has probably
just about had it with me. And as for the audience . . .
I reach up and give him a kiss. “Sure. Let’s go back to the
cave.”
He looks pleased and relieved. “Well, that was easy.”
I work my arrow out of the oak, careful not to damage the
shaft. These arrows are food, safety, and life itself now.
We toss a bunch more wood on the fire. It should be sending
off smoke for a few more hours, although I doubt Cato assumes
anything at this point. When we reach the stream, I see
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