[Katniss is just staggering upright when she hears it. That sick, soft, wet sound of tearing flesh. She knows that sound.

So much for this not being a game. She's not even surprised when she sees that it's Peeta, Peeta tearing the bodies apart, Peeta losing his mind all over again. It makes sense. First mutts that can only be killed by fire, now this.

She wants to run forward and help, get the thing off him, but something stops her. She can see it in the wild look on his face, how he moves. Peeta's lost to her again, and those hands could just as easily close around her throat as the mutts.

Katniss isn't suicidal. Not anymore, at least. More than that, she knows Peeta would never forgive himself for hurting her, if it came to that. She's looking around her surroundings for something to help when the mutt sinks its teeth into Peeta's shoulder and her own safety (or anyone else's) stops mattering.]

Peeta!

One of her rag-wrapped arrows is brushed through the fire, set to the string. She waits for the opening and looses, the tip burying itself in the thing's skull. Flames lick along its body, burning. Peeta can survive fire, but he's been torn apart enough as it is]