Sokka was on a ship as he fished off the side as he held his fishing rod. On his back under the boomerang holder and his club sling was a small cylinder of wood. It was brown with a water tribe icon on its triangular door. At the top of the cylinder was a round top with a small shaft with ring on it. The cylinder was big enough to hold a small bird or animal.
Sokka reached back as he pulled the pin out til it stopped. The doors opened sliding inside the cylinder showing a white animal. It was an Arctic Wolf Bat as it opened it's wings and went for flight. The arctic wolf bat was small and white with brown at the belly with face. Sokka then said to the flying animal, "Go out and have some fun."
Pulling out a small whistle pipe he blew into it pressing his fingers on small holes. The bat listened as it nodded to take flight. The bat flew out catching small insects as it ate them after it heard that the whistle stopped.
A little boy walked up with his wolf tail as he smiled. He had blue eyes and brown hair with his tanned skin. He wore a tight blue dyed fur shirt and pants with white collar. Strapped to his back was a bone club as he asked Sokka a question, "Why is Wolfie so small? I thought Wolf Bats were huge?"
Sokka then said to the young boy, "Gukki, when I found Wolfie, he was prematurely born and I begged my dad to not kill him. It possibly would have been the best thing for him. He would never survive on his own, he would never get any bigger. But, I told my dad the chief of the tribe that I would raise him. To be a big and strong warrior like my dad. And before I knew it Wolfie grew six times in size. So big that he fetches my boomerang and serves as my right hand."
Sokka looked at his right hand as he saw a large scar going from his palm to mid length of his forearm. He then moved his hand into a fist, but a lot slower than should have been okay. He then looked at Wolfie as he heard Wolfie bark and yip after catching himself several bugs.
Sokka felt the line pull as he pulled back. He growled as he yanked up a fish. He dropped the white fish with four tentacles instead of fins into a bucket. He then said as he looked at his collection of two fishes of the same kind, "Two white tetra tentacle fish, those will make some good steaks."
Walking to the front of the ship he went up to the guard standing in front of the set of stairs leading to the cargo hold. The guard in front of him was 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 much like Katara's from the other day with an icon of the front of a wolf's head that was a real wolf's head pelt. She wore a pair of boots that were brown and on her back she had a quiver, with a bow held in a place holder by the quiver of arrows. At her waist was a bone machete with a few animal drawings on it telling a story.
Sokka then said to the girl as he sat down gutting the fish, "Notai, how are you doing today?"
Smiling Notai then said to him, "Just fine, how are you my captain? Making fish steaks for Lady Katara I see."
Sokka said as he cut out the steaks with his dagger, "I'm doing just fine. I'm hoping that Katara is willing to share one of the steaks. While the rest goes to Kyra."
Notai replied to him, "I'm sure, Lady Katara surly won't ear all of that. She has to watch her womanly figure after all."
Sokka then said as he was finished with the steak and pulling off a small pouch from his belt, "Your push ups were a little slacking this morning. Is your figure getting a little heavy?"
Huffing with anger she then said to him, "No, none what so ever. I just sprained my wrist a week ago. It hasn't fully healed why?"
Sokka was pouring a fine mix of spices and minerals on the steaks as he needed the meat. He mixed it well as he then poured a small amount of liquid from a water skin. The liquid smelt like alcohol. Taking a hand full of the liquid Sokka drank some as he licked his lips. He then said outloud, "Nothing like Seawy."
Notai then replied to him, "You do realize that's not for drinking right? I mean we only have a little seawy. Fermenting seaweed takes a long time, I should know, my family makes a living doing it. And it's not fun."
Nodding Sokka then said to her, "Yeah, I know it's for curing meat. But, it wasn't a swig, it was a small amount in my hand. I can handle it."
Tossing her hand Notai then said to him, "Fine, is the fish ready?"
Standing up with the small wooden tray he had used to hold the spices and fish he presented their smell to Notai. Notai then licked her lower lip as she hummed and said to him, "I don't know how you do it Sokka, but you are a looker, a cooker and a kick ass warrior. The woman that you finally marry some day, will be the luckiest woman on this planet. Too bad, that you don't hunt like Tukke. Otherwise, I'd take you and bed you like you have never been before."
Katara sat at on her bed in the cargo hold of the ship. On the bed was a large mouse with lynx like features. It was white with blue eyes as it sat with its beard of fur on her lap. The animal was about a foot long and was rather slim. Katara then asked the animal a question, "Kyra, why doesn't he like me? I mean, I want us to be more than just guard and avatar. Why can't he see me as a woman? Why did my mother die when I was born? He's been the boy that I know I can count on. No matter what unlike my father or mother. Hakoda, Gran Gran and Sokka are all I have. And when everyone around you and only see you as the Avatar. Then you look to the only person that doesn't see you as just that. What do you do when he doesn't accept your feelings?"
Going up to her owner Kyra rested curling up on Katara's lap as she nudged Katara's hand. Katara looked at the ink drawn paper on the small dresser. It was an ink drawing of her and Sokka smiling, holding hands.
Outside Katara's door was Sokka as he had a plate of fish steaks. He looked down and then back up after what he just heard. He then said to himself, "She's been the best friend I'd ever had. We'd wrestle in the snow together. Track blubber head seals and fight to make sure I could be there for her at all times. Yet, when Notai kissed Tukke, it hurt me a lot. So much that she went and fought for my honor so that Notai would apologize to me."
Flashes of memory appeared in his head as a younger Katara fought Notai. Notai moved with her machete as she went for Katara. Katara looked up with white eyes as she said to Notai, "You will apologize to Sokka. All he has in his heart is love and in a time of constant tension with conflict. Death to a few friends of ours, and his innocence taken from him. And you turn him down? Any girl would be lucky to have his eyes look at them with love. But, no a witch like you turns a hand to his face. And I'll turn one to you!"
Sokka remembered running in front of the blast of ice. He took it to his palm as he groaned and felt the ice go down his right arm. He nearly screamed as he felt the warmth leave his arm. Gasps and shock came from everyone as Katara returned to normal in fear repeating a simple sentence, "What have I done?"
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