Sokka was not expecting enemies to come out of the palm forest behind him. But he spun around, ready to defend his beach from all intruders. Thankfully, it was not an evil hostile come to steal from him. Nope, it was Elliot. His ears went right back up and he smiled.

“Ey Elliod!” Sokka cantered up to meet his sort-of brother. Dia had explained to him that he and Elliot, despite being raised together, were not siblings by blood. Dia also said it didn’t matter. But that was why he didn’t call Sahin ‘dad’ like Sokka did… well he called him ‘Pappa’ but that was besides the point.

He turned eyes onto the little white creature following Elliot. Sokka stopped and cocked his head. He snorted and looked at the little wolf. The wolf backed up further behind Elliot. He cocked his head the other way.

“Didn’ Pappa chase sum’o those guys oudda ‘ere?” Sokka asked. His accent was not as strong as his mother’s, but it was still distinctive. The wolf whimpered a bit. “Uh… them gulls are eat’n sum’m the… ‘ur-i-can’ wash’d uhp. Maybeh ‘e’ll lahke id.” He wasn’t going to give it too much thought. Tucker wasn’t big enough to be a threat. Maybe he could get one of the gulls.

“Sah… da ya wanna play tag? Or faugh da gulls with meh?” He asked, his smile returning to his face. He was still young, young enough to be easily distracted.

SOKKA