Run aways meet

I watch as everything occurs. Tom... And a wolf... "Dogs? I hate dogs... Never liked 'em... For some odd reason, they like to think of me as steak..." I tense as I meet the dog's eyes, but I look away. I clear my throat, "Ahem..." "Whats that taste in my mouth... Tastes like iron..." Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain shoot up my left arm. I quickly look at my left arm and notice a hole seeping blood. Then I remembered the gun shot. I curse loudly, "You've got to be kidding me!" I take a few deep breaths, remaining calm and hiding the pain I feel from my face. "Hah, nice to meet you too, Tom." I say, with a weak smile. I look at Gwen, "Could you hand me some of those bandages. No, wait, better idea. I say we get the hell out of here, THEN we can talk." "And save myself before I bleed to death...", I think.

Gwen held her knife firmly in her hand. When the wolf came out she immediately felt the urge to kill it. Being from district 8 wolves liked to eat the many sheep the residents kept. No sheep=no food. Gwen narrowed her eyes at it even though it meant no harm- yet. And the name! Shimmer, as if it was something beautiful, precious, and valuable. Wolves were anything but.
Gwen felt disgusted- this boy comes in unannounced and expects them to give him their names? Obviously his mother didn't teach him any manners growing up.
"I won't hurt you," He said. What did he think she was? A child? The more this "Tom" talked the more she despised him. When Patrius anxiously asked her to help him she went willingly. Gwen was actually preferring time with Patrius over someone else- whoa. She grabbed her pack, slinging it over her shoulder, her knife still drawn, and walking over to Patrius. She slowly and reluctantly slide her knife into her belt so she could wrap up the gun shot wound.
Gwen examined the injury- the bullet had just grazed the skin, he would be okay. She gave him a nod as if to say "You're alright- trust me." However Gwen had to even it out by throwing Tom a nasty look. She wasn't going to give her name, she wasn;t going to help this boy. Gwen Halls was never going to trust this boy or his wolf.

I look at Gwen as she uses the makeshift bandages, "Thank you," I say plainly.

After Listen is done speaking, I explain, "Two things. One, I was saying leave now because it'd be just our luck we'd get shot while standing out here. And two, those sticks... They have a passion of wanting to impale people, me being one of them," I say with a grin.

Finally, Gwen finishes bandaging my arm. "Alright..." I meet the dog's gaze again. I control my anger and fear and keep both emotions from showing on my face. "Alright... Ahem, now I say we leave, because I don't wanna got shot."

No family? Nothing to eat? How about being taken from your family and friends and your only chance at freedom and sent to have your tongue cut out and to serve kids from your own District that you knew- just to watch them die in the arena!
Ohhh if Gwen could talk. However she can't so she did the closets thing to speaking- she attacked Tom.
Gwen had her knife drawn and was running at the boy, who's anger was also very apparent.
"Dang right I don't trust you!" Gwen felt herself mouthing the words, trying to speak but unable to. Gwen flung her arm at the boy, her knife cutting through the air powered only by blind rage.
Gwen had just starting trusting the people around here then this boy trots in here and insults them- they've traveled all the way from the Capitol and where can this boy go out to? A little bit outside of District 12.
"Why don't you do something about it!?" Gwen though angrily. Wishing more than anything that she had the ability to yell it at him. "We deserve respect because we had the gal to leave our homes and find some place safe and new."
Everything was moving so slowly- as if time was trapped into some sort of colorful gelatin like the desserts they serve the tributes in the Training Center. Gwen stopped charing Tom and pulled her arm to her side.
"Anger is not the solution," She told herself. She had developed such a bad temper since becoming an Avox, now she needed to prove she could be more than impulsive.
Gwen threw her knife to the side trying to smooth the tensed muscles in her body. Then she held her hand out to the boy.
"That's it, prove to him that you're not a threat," Gwen though trying to pull off a weak smile. "A smile can be very deceiving when used correctly."

I'm looking at the fight going on around me. First Tom, then Gwen tries to stab him, and now Listen is mad and... Did I just twitch? I'm begin to breath faster, "Calm down, Patrius..." I control my breath, and say, "Alright, I'm not waiting any longer. We can leave now, or you can stay here and get shot, but I'm leaving. Now." Abruptly, I turn around, pick up my pack, and just start walking away without even bothering to see if I'm followed.

Gwen immediately made a mental note to wash her hand after Tom had shook it. As he was walking away Gwen quickly snapped her knife up and started after Listen. When she was facing her Gwen gave her a smile to suggest her deceiving Tom. He ever as much looked at any of them the wrong way her knife might end up in his back.
So maybe Gwen was insane, after leaving the wild for as long as she had no one would be surprise. Gwen was even starting to believe it herself- at first she thought it was just her temper, but wild changes in emotion like just then could be something more. Though she stopped herself to trick Tom it was a very violent change, like everything else in her life up to date.
As Gwen was turning from Listen her stomach gave a loud growl. They needed to hunt. Gwen couldn't even remember when the last time they ate was.