Sokka was much younger than Elliot. In the end it didn’t matter. Sokka had spent a great deal of time playing tag with Dia. It was among the golden girl’s favorite games. And anything involving breakneck speeds was something Sokka was interested.

When Elliot brushed his nose against him then bolted Sokka could already feel the heat. He reared up, playfully kicking the air.

“Ya ain’t gonna get away dat eas’leh!” he bugled before following the paler stallion down the beach. His own strides were not as long as Elliot, but Sokka had a good grip on the sands, cutting across the tide line to have even stronger ones. The red boy was determined to catch the buckskin.

It was a long chase. Sand was flying. Gulls were screaming. And boys would be boys.

SOKKA