Wolves of the South
A Katara and Kya Werewolf AU Fanfiction
For Katara Week 2014
By Nagone
Summary: Katara and Kya bond under the moonlight.
Genre: Supernatural, Family
Rated: T
Warnings: mentions of animal death
The moon sat high in the sky, full and round above the icy landscape of the Northern Water Tribe.
"Hurry up mom!" Kya called. She tumbled forward in the snow, tossing off her overcoat and boots as she hopped and ran.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Katara called, cresting a dune of snow. She bundled up her coat and furs, chuckling softly.
When Katara crested the next pile, Kya was already in her undergarments, clothes scattered around. "Kya, you didn't even lay down the tarps!" Katara unshouldered her pack, laying out an oiled tarp on the ground. She sat her clothes on it, and motioned to Kya, who tossed her into a messy pile. "Set up the tent too. You know how tired we get after a hunt."
Kya rolled her eyes and snatched at the pack, pulling out the tent and shifting snow. Once it was set up, on top of its own oiled tarp, she tossed in the sleeping bags, grumbling still. "Can we go now?"
Katara finished undressing, leaving her in her undergarments. "Yes, we can." Kya clapped her hands and smiled, climbing up to the top of a snow dune.
Together, the closed their eyes, tilting their heads back and letting the moonlight spill over them. The milky light filled their bodies, and Katara let out a loud howl, eyes morphing from blue to a pale yellow. Kya's own cry joined hers, and she pitched forward.
The change came over them, rippling through their bodies. Bones reformed, turning them from homid to canine, fur sprouting across the expanse of their bodies. Kya groaned and whimpered, pressing her face into the snow. Katara bit back her own grunts and pushed through, knowing the change would end soon.
After a matter of minutes, they had changed, formed into large wolves. Kya's tongue, bright pink, lolled out of her mouth as she smiled, and she took off, pouncing through the snow, mahogany fur the only color in the monochrome night.
The freedom of running felt glorious as Katara tore across the landscape, snow flying up from behind her. She caught up to Kya quickly and they set their noses to the hunt, sniffing for the scent of prey in the air. It came quickly: a baby seal peeking through an ice hole with its brother. They fell upon the creatures and torn into them, ending their lives with a snap of their jaws. Their victory cries filld the air as they dragged back their kill, returning it to the camp.
Together, Kya and Katara ran about until near dawn, reveling in their canid forms. As the sun peeked over a pile of snow they shed their furs, returning back to their human forms. "Bed time, young lady," Katara commanded after they cooked the seal. Kya snacked on a piece of crisp fat, face smeared with grease.
"Fine, fine," she said, licking her fingers. She climbed into the tent and fell asleep only moments later, on top of her sleeping back, legs sprawled.
Katara banked the fire, lowering it to bright red embers and climbed in next to her daughter. She yawned, blinking her eyes slowly and curled up, a protective arm slung over her charge.