Sunrise on the Reaping

I ditch my pack in a patch of katniss

A fluffball of a bunny rabbit hops up to my foot and nibbles the grass next to my plate, its pale gray fur tinted lilac and pink. A shade of dove. I’m reaching for the silken coat when suddenly the rabbit startles and speeds off, bringing me to my senses.

Focus! my brain orders. What are you supposed to be doing?

First avoid the slaughter,

Get weapons, look for water.

And the smell! Like they bottled the best day of spring and uncorked it just for us