Redsand Canyon A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell

Germanicus was frightening in this state. The man’s shrewd yellow eyes were fixed on Katniss. The rough motion of his frame had pushed her over where she submitted to him and tried to speak for herself – to explain that it had only been a mistake, that she had only wanted to speak to him. Crowfeather could only hold his breath. The shadow’s three remaining limbs quivered violently as he took a single step forward.

I tried to tell her, Germanicus. I tried to say that she would be in trouble… I don’t think she meant any harm. A flurrying snowfall of emotions spun inside of him. The beating of his heart was unbearable. The proximity of the stoic older man had made him weaker than he ever hoped to be.

P- P- Punish me, he pleaded quietly. I- I should not have left Aquene’s healing room. I- I only wanted to… to sit in the sun. That didn’t matter, though.