"Come on, Azula!" Suki called playfully from the river, "The water feels incredible! Come on, you know you want to…"

Azula gave her a dirty look. Suki had taken naturally to the long, flowing skirts the narnians had provided them, striding gracefully about as if they weren't there. Azula kept tripping, and it irritated her, so she was going to sit calmly and read a book until she could get a proper pair of trousers, or at least a shorter skirt. That she couldn't read the narnian's alphabet was of no consequence.

The Silent One had wandered off with the lio… with Aslan, a while back. Azula could see them off in the distance. She wondered what they were talking about. The Silent One seemed uncomfortable with the sword the man in the sleigh had given him. Maybe they were talking about training. With a shrug, Azula went back to her book.

A splash hit her skirts. "Come on!" Suki taunted, "Is the big bad firebender scared of a little water?"

"I'll show you!" Azula charged into the stream and made an enthusiastic attempt at swamping Suki in a wave. Suki laughed delightedly and returned the favor. Within minutes, they were both entirely soaked. Almost against her will, Azula started to have fun. It reminded her of playing with Mai and Ty Lee, except Suki gave as good as she got. When they called a truce and slogged back up out of the water, both Suki and Azula were smiling.

"That was great!" Suki laughed as Azula lit a small fire in her hands to dry off with, "Looks like there is a kid in there after all! I was starting to wonder."

Azula harumphed and declined to reply. Suki shook her head with a smile and started to wring out her skirt, but paused, peering at something behind Azula.

"What?" Azula asked irritably, putting out her fire.

"Get behind me," Suki ordered, grabbing her fans off a nearby rock, "Get behind me now Azula."

Confused, Azula glanced back over her shoulder, and was tackled to the ground by a snarling wolf. She shrieked involuntarily, and Suki whacked its face with the hilt of her fan, stunning it, then grabbed Azula by the arm and yanked her out from underneath it.

"Come on!" Suki ordered as more wolves emerged from the undergrowth, circling and snarling. Azula pulled out of Suki's hold and sent a jet of fire towards them, and was stunned when it splashed harmlessly off their fur, which glittered like ice.

"Nice try, Princess," their leader chuckled darkly, "But this time, we're ready for you."

"Up the tree," Suki commanded, "Up, up, up!"

This time, Azula listened, scrambling up without too much effort despite her soaked, heavy skirts, and Suki followed in haste. Azula tried another fireball, but lost her balance and would've fallen if Suki hadn't caught her and pulled her back up. One of the wolves leapt up and caught the end of her skirt, only barely missing her feet, and started trying to yank her down. She kicked at its face, but couldn't get leverage to do more than annoy it.

Suki looked at the half dozen wolves circling their tree and the terror and fury on Azula's face. Then Suki made her choice. She pulled out her horn, the one she had thought she would never use, and blew as hard as she could.

The sound echoed through the trees, making the wolves pause. Azula managed to land a solid kick to the eye of the one holding her and clambering back up, out of reach.

For a moment, it looked like the horn hadn't worked, and the wolves began to laugh. Then a troop of centaurs came tearing around the bend, swords at the ready. Behind them came The Silent One, loosing arrow after arrow with lightning speed and accuracy. The wolves barely seemed to notice, the arrows skittering off the strange, icy sheen of their fur.

One of the wolved tackled a centaur, knocking it into the tree and sending Suki, who had been about to leap down to help, tumbling to the ground and knocking the wind out of her.

A wolf leapt for her, but never made it. The Silent One stood behind it, a stunned look on his face. He held the sword clumsily, blood dripping from its blade. His bow had broken, and he'd seen Suki fall as he'd tried to retreat. When he'd seen the wolf go for her, he acted without thinking, bringing the sword down as hard as he could on the wolf's neck. He lowered the sword, stunned, as Azula stared wide-eyed down from the tree.

The battle slowly petered out as the rest of the wolves were captured or killed. One last wolf leapt from the bushes with a yelp, racing away with its tail between its legs.

"After him," Aslan ordered, running up, "He will lead you to Teo."

Several centaurs thundered off in pursuit, and Aslan lowered his head to look The Silent One in the eyes. "Have you thought about the question I asked you?"

He hesitated for a moment, then, to Azula's shock, he spoke. "I don't remember my name," he admitted softly, "I lost it at the same time I lost my family, and even if I knew, I'm not sure it would fit anymore. I've been using Longshot, but that's not a real name, either, just a placeholder," he looked up at Aslan, face open and vulnerable, "Would you…"

"Of course," Aslan said, and gestured for him to kneel. Azula slid down to the ground unable to look away as Aslan placed his paw on Longshot's right shoulder, then his left.

"Rise," he said warmly, "Sir Laith Wolfsbane, knight of Narnia." Longshot, now Laith, stood with a look of pride and joy and bittersweet relief, and everyone cheered, surging forward to congratulate him and clap him on the back.

Suki clapped happily, but Azula watched quietly, one hand still on the trunk of the tree. She didn't… quite… understand what had just happened, except that it was clearly very important, and probably a good thing. She also didn't understand the warm feeling in her chest, but she thought maybe that it was a good thing, too.

Out of the corner of her eye, Azula saw Aslan pull the centaur general aside, "Celebrate, but make ready," he rumbled quietly, "There will be much work to do soon."