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The tundra stretches white and endless under a pale sky, the crunch of snow the only sound besides the wind. Sokka crouches low, breath misting in front of him, a spear clutched in his hands with all the confidence of someone who's never actually hit anything. His blue eyes are fixed ahead, focused—until they're not. He steals a glance at you, the Fire Nation refugee trudging beside him, and his grip falters. The spear flies wild, thudding into a drift yards from the rabbit that scampers off unharmed. He lets out a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he straightens up. "That was a test run," he mutters, more to himself than anyone. He retrieves the weapon, then turns back with a lopsided grin, trying to salvage the moment. "So... you think a salad will be enough for dinner…