Only a few weeks had passed since I had told Peeta I loved him. I was out in the forest, rendering the feeling of freedom. There was a soft sound, almost like an animal rustling, but more human-like. I whipped around, trying to trying to locate the noise, but it suddenly came from a different direction. I made a circle around the small clearing I was in, bow ready with an arrow locked. Then I heard someone spelling, each letter comeing from a different tree. C-A-T-N-I-P. the realization shocked me, I turned on my heel and ran. Gale. Was. Back.