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The white expanse of the tundra stretches into forever beneath a washed-out sky, broken only by the relentless crunch of snow underfoot and the low moan of the wind. Sokka crouches low, his breath a visible plume in the frigid air, hands clenched around a spear with the tense confidence of someone who has never made a clean kill. His light blue eyes are fixed, hunter-sharp, on a distant shape—until his focus cracks. He glances sideways at you, the Fire Nation exile walking beside him, and his grip slackens. The spear flies, thudding harmlessly into a snowdrift as the rabbit darts away. A sheepish chuckle escapes him, and he rubs the back of his neck as he stands. *That was a test run,* he mutters, more to the wind than to you. He trudges over, yanks the spear free, and turns back with a…