Two wolves hold each of everyone back, waiting for the countdown to release us to our death. While we all wait, I look around to Peeta, the white wolf, like myself, that I wish to be an ally, but he wouldn't be too interested. By the way, he wouldn't believe me, not after I nearly attacked him. But we are the only white wolves here. We both have the bright yellow eyes to seem scary to others, and sharp fangs, but all the wolves have that. He looks back at me, he doesn't say anything, just shakes his head, maybe meaning not to go for any spears. Everyone waits in their wolf form as the clock counts down from 10,
I shut my eyes for the last time, maybe.
Both wolves vanish into plain sight, 11 wolves fly towards the spears, 10 humans do the same. I only see 2, the black-faced, and Rue turn straight around head towards the forest. I hesitate to move, but I see another grey wolf grab a spear in her jaws and reveals a small knife laying 10 feet away. No one seems to be looking so I dart towards it. I quickly grasps it's handle between my jaws and head in the same direction to hopefully go around the others.
Just as I think I'm free to run, the girl in black from the wolf pack that always survives, Clove, I think that's her name, but I named her Survivor in training; throws a spear in my direction, I duck but barely miss. Her eyes flush with anger and darts towards me. Instead of taking the spear, I sprint as fast as I can to the forest and don't stop. The growling and barking grows fainter as I run from the open meadow. Wondering who was dead and who is alive. The sight of evading death seems to excite me, only for a short moment. Until I slam into the black-faced wolf. She looks paniced, I'm only thinking how fast she ran to reach this far.
I don't want to kill her, so I shake my head at her, telling her to get out of here. She only nods back and runs off in the direction Rue ran. I wonder, are they allies? I forget it and do the same in the other direction. What has me nervous is Rue. Did she escape? Have any allies? Is she dead? Alive maybe? She's too young to be picked off from her pack to enter into a death sentence like this. Maybe, I could find her. Maybe even recrute her as an ally. I'm sure that Blackface and Rue and I don't want to kill anyone directly. That would lead us to our own deaths instead.
I sniff the air, hoping to find her trail. I don't catch the scent of anything but the black-face. I forgot, the knife, I have to take it with me. I grab it with my human hand and dart away from this area. Praying not to run into the Cato, or Clove. I'm not certain that Peeta wouldn't hope to be my ally, but maybe join Cato and Clove If I run into him, he could see me as a threat and kill me.
It's possible that everyone in here, that's alive sees me as a threat. Maybe not Rue or BlackFace. right now I search for a water source, and some meat. If I'm going to survive out here, I'll need the food and water to do so.
But still, the only thought running through my mine, is that I'm here to die.
This is my death sentence.