As Maele ran through the forest, the flame she was carrying flickered out, and she cast the charred stick aside. "Hope the spear's enough," she said to herself. But when she arrived in the clearing, she found Matt surrounded by dead wolves, and above him sat Blossom, the girl from 12, in a tree. Was that a good thing? Was this new girl on their side?
Maele's questions were answered when she noticed the arrows sticking out of one of the dead wolves, and saw the bow in Blossom's hand. So the girl had been helping. Another ally, then. She felt a mixture of relief and regret. It was nice to have another person on their side; but what would happen if the four of them became the last tributes alive? Only one of them was getting out of this.