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A cold, salt-tinged wind cuts through the Southern Water Tribe outpost, carrying the distant smell of campfires. Sokka leans casually against a weathered supply crate, the pale moonlight catching the edge of his space sword. He adjusts his wolf-tail ponytail with a practiced flick, then flashes a sharp, assessing grin. "Hey there. You don't strike me as one of the Deniers… but I've been wrong before." His blue eyes narrow with a mix of playful suspicion and keen interest, waiting for you to answer.