[She's seen creatures that are more than a bear. In one of her earliest memories of the Hunger Games. How old was she when she had been made to watch that fight? Four? Five? The tributes, all freezing in the arena. And the white bears with the monstrous, poisonous rattlesnake fangs and this quick, intelligent eyes. It had been skinnier than the bears she knew from lessons in school. But not from malnutrition. There was a whip-like dexterity to it. Something that made it more lethal. Killed so many of the tributes before they ever had a chance to die from the cold. Or from each other.
She frowns, grey eyes haunted by the early memory.]
They're muttations in Panem. Any creature like that.
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She frowns, grey eyes haunted by the early memory.]
They're muttations in Panem. Any creature like that.