A blank canvas {puppy|blitz}

The frosty nipped at his nose, yet Canvas sat on the ground next to a tree crossing his legs in front of him. Drawing was his world. It allowed him to express himself when words didn't form. It had been a long time since he last saw Lily and Paige, and he couldn't stop the blood from boiling inside him. They were safe, both of them, yet they volunteered. They sacrificed their own lives. Canvas didn't understand why anyone would do such a thing. But all the time people ran forward like their lives didn't matter. People die in the games, and they still think they stand a chance of winning. It was times like today where he sat in place watching the sun descend for the night. Clouds turned from white to a red and orange. Birds slowly settled into their nests. Sometimes this gave him hope that better times were ahead.

He reached into his pocket and removed a pencil before setting the canvas down on the ground. The world was his life, and it offered a chance for him to explore as he dove into the eyes of the animals gathered around. What did the animals see? How could they leave so peacefully in such a terrible world?

It was beyond his imagination.

He placed a pencil against the paper, and he drew the first thing that came to mind - Lily and Paige standing in front of a sunset with a smile spread across their face.

They were free, and Canvas didn't want to steal that freedom away.