It was the easiest way to do it, she insists, wide-eyed, before she shakes a few lingering drops of water from her feathers. That's not entirely true, of course, but she might have upset the boat if she'd tried to clamber aboard in otter shape or something.

She hops up onto the gunwale, talons clicking against the wood, then takes off over the water on silent wings. She circles Peeta's boat several times as she gains altitude, then begins to search out other boats. It's not as easy as it should be; the glimmers of blue are distracting, especially since most aren't caused by boats so much as fish. But she soon spies a rhythmic flash of oars in the distance, and she points herself toward it and calls, This way!