There was a long bone table in the meeting hall. The meeting hall was made of bone and wood, a rare establishment among the building of the Southern Water Tribe. And the table was set with the offerings of the various kills that the hunters brought in.
Sokka was approached by Notai, perhaps the most beautiful of all the young women of the Southern Water tribe. A beautiful girl with shoulder length curly brown hair. She had six hair loopies leading to the back where they collected in a bun that lead to the nice braided tail in the middle of her shoulder length curly hair. Her eyes were steel gray with her lips painted red. She had a healthy c-cup bosom held in her bindings that would be hinted at from her fur tank top. The tank top stopped at her midriff with wrapping going down her waist and above suggesting leading to her bindings. She had fur made arms warmers and had attached long sleeve over her left hand that hid her left hand. Her legs were covered in wool leggings with large fur calf warmers and a blue skirt.
She held up a plate of wolverine fox ribs as he nearly drooled at the special brown seaweed sauce used on them. He then began to eat them as Notai said to him, "Perhaps you and me can practice our hunting skills later this week."
She blushed as she said this making Sokka believe she was using the word hunt for something else. But what?
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