Голодные игры
Chapter 25
Thismustbehowtheycommunicatebecausethepackbacksupasiftomakeroom.Thenoneofthem,agood-sizemuttwithsilkywavesofblondfurtakesarunningstartandleapsontothehorn.Itsbacklegsmustbeincrediblypowerfulbecauseitlandsameretenfeetbelowus,itspinklipspulledbackinasnarl.Foramomentithangsthere,andinthatmomentIrealizewhatelseunsettledmeaboutthemutts.Thegreeneyesgloweringatmeareunlikeanydogorwolf,anycanineI’veeverseen.Theyareunmistakablyhuman.AndthatrevelationhasbarelyregisteredwhenInoticethecollarwiththenumber1inlaidwithjewelsandthewholehorriblethinghitsme.Theblondehair,thegreeneyes,thenumber.it’sGlimmer.
AshriekescapesmylipsandI’mhavingtroubleholdingthearrowinplace.Ihavebeenwaitingtofire,onlytooawareofmydwindlingsupplyofarrows.Waitingtoseeifthecreaturescan,infact,climb.Butnow,eventhoughthemutthasbeguntoslidebackward,unabletofindanypurchaseonthemetal,eventhoughIcanheartheslowscreechingoftheclawslikenailsonablackboard,Ifireintoitsthroat.Itsbodytwitchesandflopsontothegroundwithathud.
"Katniss?"IcanfeelPeeta’sgriponmyarm.
"It’sher!"Igetout.
"Who?"asksPeeta.
MyheadsnapsfromsidetosideasIexaminethepack,takinginthevarioussizesandcolors.Thesmallonewiththeredcoatandambereyes.
