Oh god, if he dug his heels in like the the whole way, they weren't going to get anywhere. Peeta had to weight 200 pounds or more (and she ignored the voice in her mind whispering not anymore) and she could not carry him through the woods. She just...couldn't.

And not even knowing what was wrong with him...she stared down at him, trying to thing around this.

Finally an idea occurred. A bad one, but the only one she had right now.

"Come with me, behave, and I'll be gentle."