Another Arena and that might not have worked - he would've had a zombie staggering after him sniffing out that blood trail like it's a "come finish me off" sign.

Now, though, it's enough.

R lets Mouse go as he spits out the mouthful of blood and wishes he didn't have that little voice inside wishing he'd gotten a bigger bite. Wiping at his chin, he turns to collect his prize...and this time he remembers to look over his shoulders, check both ways for any Tributes with the same idea.