Katniss pov
Willow and I walk out of the house and toward the fence. I stop by the bakery to tell Peeta where we are going. When we slip under the fence I take Willow to my hollow tree and try to hand her my bow. She just hands it back and pulls out a knife from her belt. I don't know it its just the knives or her grey eyes or the fact that her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, but I can't help but to be reminded of Clove. I wonder that if she was alive and in 12 if we would be friends. my thinking is interrupted by Willow tapping my shoulder and pointing off into the distance to a deer I draw back my arrow but decide to let Willow have it. She pulls out a knife with a long curved blade much like the one that gave my the barely noticeable scar above my eyebrow. She focuses in on the deer and throws. The deer drops dead. Wow am I surprised! I give her a big hug and kiss,
"Will! I am so proud of you!" She looks at me with a straight face and says,
"I knew I would hit it."
