Peeta, acting on instinct, grabs the rabbit mid bolt, receiving a few scratches in the process. "Whoa, there. Hold on." He manages to tuck the rabbit against his chest so that he can run a calming hand down its back.

"These guys are everywhere," he muses as the rabbit stills against him. "Wait, are they guys or are they girls? Or" - a worrying thought occurs to him - "you don't think we might have a mix, do you? The last thing we need is baby rabbits."