When all hopes is lost, he finds another way. And when he’s beaten down, he stands up again.
I’ve never seen any animal move so fast. They slide down the vines as if the things were greased. Leap impossible distances from tree to tree. Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades. I may be unfamiliar with monkeys, but animals in natulre don’t act like this. "Mutts!" I spit out as Finnick and I crash into the greenery.