Azula did not yell for the stupid bird to slow down so she could fry it, but it was a very close thing. She hated the snow. A lot.

With one last irritating chirp, the bird suddenly disappeared, leaving Azula standing in a snowy clearing surrounded by evergreens.

There was a variety of loud, alarming noises, and Azula quickly dropped into a firebending stance. The bushes in three different directions rustled, then three other humans, two boys and a girl, dressed like they were from the earth kingdom and ranging in age from perhaps Zuko's age to a little younger than Azula.

"Who are you?' The girl asked, pulling out a golden war fan, "Are you the ones the bird was trying to lead me to?"

"You got led here by a bird too?" the younger boy asked. Azula noted he was seated in a wheeled chair and having a bit of difficulty navigating a snow drift.

The last boy didn't say anything, just fingered his bow and watched the rest of them warily.

"Psst! Down here!" An animal poked its head out of a bush. It looked almost like a beaver-newt, except… not newt, just a beaver. It was bizarre.

"It's about time you lot got here," it spoke, and Azula nearly choked on air, "There's a few more of you than we were expecting, but…" it squinted at them, seemingly counting, "All for the best. Come on, we've kept Mrs. Beaver long enough, and these woods aren't safe."

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