[She can only sit so still as the man goes swimming for their tools. Once she's certain he's not going to drown, she bends down to pick up the squirrel carcass and walks to the water's edge. She kneels and washes the exposed flesh clean of most of the dirt.
Although not in District 13, where wasting good meat would be akin to a crime, she still feels the need to utilize what she catches. So the death won't be in vain.
The dead rodent left drying on a rock by the time the man returns from the lake. She accepts her arrow back with a nod of thanks that quickly turns into a squeal as the water droplets splash against her skin.
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Although not in District 13, where wasting good meat would be akin to a crime, she still feels the need to utilize what she catches. So the death won't be in vain.
The dead rodent left drying on a rock by the time the man returns from the lake. She accepts her arrow back with a nod of thanks that quickly turns into a squeal as the water droplets splash against her skin.
It's almost a laugh.]
Fish peeling?