Her eyes widen when the creature comes into view and she stops dead in her tracks. She's never seen anything like him before. Her breath catches in her throat and her grip on her bow weakens. For a second, that is, before her fist clutches the grip so tight her knuckles are white.

It's not like a mutt she's seen before. Not like the lizard creatures that chased her in the sewers beneath the Capitol. She wishes she could forget them. Forget the sound of their hissing voices as they cried her name down the tunnels. This animal hadn't sound like that. The lizard, the mutt, the whatever it is.

But it's still enough to get her to falter. To forget to pull her bowstring back in defense. The memories come rushing back instead. Memories she wants nothing more to forget. Is this thing here to kill her like the ones in the Capitol had killed Finnick? Killed most of her team?

If it is... it's nothing she wouldn't deserve.

She doesn't attack. Instead, she stands there watching, the fear and trauma clearly reflected in her eyes.