[ Traditions are important in their culture, and as such, Hakoda, chief of the Southern Water Tribe, has decided this particular foray into the vast snow covered near-nothingness should be experienced by none other than his own son, Sokka. However, as exhaustion begins to set in and their supplies start running low, he's having his share of second thoughts.
They've been three days out in the wilderness, and the snow hasn't stopped for a moment. During this seasonal hunt, the warriors take advantage of the Midnight Sun, but snowfall has been heavier than usual and it's only serving to make things more difficult.
Nearing what must been late evening — it would be impossible to tell the true time, but his internet clock adjusts well enough to the constant daylight for an educated guess — Hakoda slows to a stop along a swath of pines and birch trees, somewhat concerned by their sudden appearance through the white sheets of snow. ]
We'll camp here.
[ They should be farther south by now, closer to home, but their surroundings say otherwise. If they're to survive, they'll need to function carefully and wisely from here on out. Which... may be easier said than done when Sokka's involved. ]
I can build us a fire if we collect up enough branches.
[ Dry branches specifically, which are trickier to come by in a forest in the south than a person might expect. ]
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[ Traditions are important in their culture, and as such, Hakoda, chief of the Southern Water Tribe, has decided this particular foray into the vast snow covered near-nothingness should be experienced by none other than his own son, Sokka. However, as exhaustion begins to set in and their supplies start running low, he's having his share of second thoughts.
They've been three days out in the wilderness, and the snow hasn't stopped for a moment. During this seasonal hunt, the warriors take advantage of the Midnight Sun, but snowfall has been heavier than usual and it's only serving to make things more difficult.
Nearing what must been late evening — it would be impossible to tell the true time, but his internet clock adjusts well enough to the constant daylight for an educated guess — Hakoda slows to a stop along a swath of pines and birch trees, somewhat concerned by their sudden appearance through the white sheets of snow. ]
We'll camp here.
[ They should be farther south by now, closer to home, but their surroundings say otherwise. If they're to survive, they'll need to function carefully and wisely from here on out. Which... may be easier said than done when Sokka's involved. ]
I can build us a fire if we collect up enough branches.
[ Dry branches specifically, which are trickier to come by in a forest in the south than a person might expect. ]