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"Sokka?"

Sokka looked up into his sister's exasperated face, startled out of his day dream. Or was it a nightmare? "Yeah? What?"

Katara pointed towards the woods. "You want to hunt? Go hunt, we need some food."

Sokka didn't bother arguing, as he normally would. The nightmare had scared him; he needed some time to think. Sokka just hoped he wouldn't run into any Rabbit-Bears, though. He hated Rabbit-Bears.

He plunged into the forest, marveling at how quiet it got just past he first layer of trees. The only sounds were the songs of the birds, and the occasional chirp of a cricket. The peace let Sokka think.

Was his nightmare real? It had certainly felt real. Everything about it ― the ship, the girl, the fight, the heat ― it had all been real. What did it mean? Did it mean anything?

His grandmother had said that you could predict the future through dreams. If that were true, he'd be dead by now, because all his dreams usually involved him stumbling off a cliff after seeing a pretty girl.

Movement just behind him. Sokka had turned around and pulled his boomerang out faster then it took a cat to sneeze. He saw it now, a boar. A tiny one, just under two feet long and less then a foot tall. But it would mean that they'd eat well tonight.

The boar probably didn't feel a thing. Sokka cleaned off his boomerang and stuck it back in his pouch, glad that they had something meaty to eat. Too often it was berries, or nothing at all.

Since he was so close to the camp, Sokka didn't bother gutting the animal, like he would have done normally. He'd do it back at the camp, and maybe Katara could use the skin to make something.

The boar wasn't heavy, and it fit easily around Sokka's shoulders. He turned around to go back.

A boy came stumbling into view. He wasn't looking towards Sokka, so his first impression was a teen who'd lost his way. When he turned towards him, however, he slunk back into the shadows. He had hoped never to see Jet again.

Luckily, Jet hadn't seen him. Sokka remained in the shadows until he was sure that he wouldn't hear his footsteps then he took off as quick as he could back to the camp.

"Are you sure it was Jet?"

Sokka had told Katara, Aang, and Toph about Jet as soon as he got back with the boar. They were waiting for the fire to get hot enough. It was at times like these that Sokka wished Aang knew how to Fire bend.

"Yeah, I'm sure. He tried to kill me remember?" Sokka's voice was getting higher. He really didn't like Jet.

Katara looked away. She was still feeling weird that one of the only guys she'd ever really liked had tried to "off" her brother.

"Who'd Jet?" From Toph, obviously.

Aang, who hadn't said anything, turned away. "I hope you never have to find out."

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