Oh, wait, R has this aftera - wait, no, no he doesn't. His fingers slip, he's left with fur all over his tongue and stuck between his teeth, and as if to get a parting shot in, Atticus gets one more bite in before he wriggles free. R falls forward into the snow, his hand still clawing for the other Tribute. When he looks up, he catches a glimpse of a black tail and then Atticus is gone.

That could've gone a lot better.