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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Kanna often saw messenger hawks flying overhead now that Pakku and the other Northerners had arrived so she ignored the approaching bird – or least she tried to. This thing beat about her head flapping its wings in her face much like a young Sokka would trouble her skirts when she was cooking.
She tried to shoo it away and just like her grandson the thing wouldn’t budge. Kanna knew nothing of hawks, but she was very familiar with Artic hens. She grabbed the bird by the legs, corralled its wings and held it upside down until it stilled. She unhooked the tube and retrieved the message.
No wonder the glorified poultry had troubled her so. The message it carried was penned in both Sokka and Katara’s handwriting.
Gran-Pakku, protect Gran-Gran and the others. When we next see you we’ll have obtained victory over the Fire Nation and our nightmares will become theirs.
Kanna read the note a few more times, each time arriving at the same conclusion. Sokka and Katara were afraid of different things; the only nightmare that plagued them equally was the loss of their mother in a raid on their homeland. They were planning on invading the Fire Nation.
“Old Man, Old Man, why are you and the others here doing construction? Shouldn’t you be leaving?” Kanna screamed running to the wall he and the other men were building.
Pakku winced. He’d exchanged messages with Sokka and Hakoda and they both agreed it would be better for someone to stay at home and protect the Southern Water Tribe on the Day of Black Sun. “What do you mean?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t try that with me Old Man. Our grandchildren are invading the Fire Nation and you’re here playing in the water instead of helping them.” She yelled pelting him with a hard packed snowball.
“Kanna, it’s what Hakoda wanted. Someone has to stay home and protect you women.”
By this time the commotion had drawn most of the villagers.
“Listen here you old fool, Sokka and Katara are my family. I will not sit here when my son and his children are planning on fighting the Fire Lord in his own territory. A good Northern girl would stay at home obediently and wait for her man, but the women of the Southern Water Tribe are made of stronger stuff!” she screamed lobbing a larger snowball at his head before turning on her heel and stomping off.
“That’s right Gran-Gran! We don’t stir the pots and mend while our loved ones go on a suicide mission. We will fight alongside them!” Bato’s wife, Amnak, cried out lifting her snow shovel menacingly.
“Kanna, Kanna, wait!” Pakku called desperately.
“I’m not waiting, if you have something to say you better catch up! We women are grabbing our gear. You men can do as you’re told by staying home and watching the children. It’s been a while since I paddled from the North, but these old shoulders still have enough strength to get to the Fire Nation.”
Pakku watched as the women left the wall. Kanna had not changed from the sixteen year old spitfire he fell in love with.
“Master Pakku, what’s wrong with these Southern women? I thought Katara had grown manly during her travels with the Avatar,” Sangok asked somewhat fearfully. He’d made the journey South on one of the latter trips to reestablish trade between the two tribes.
“I can’t speak for all of them. Kanna was born and raised in the North. As for Katara, Kanna is the woman who raised her,” Pakku sighed sliding down from the wall to follow them.
“Master Pakku, shouldn’t we stop them?” Turloq one of men who’d come to the South Pole asked.
“You can try, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” Pakku asked. “What is the first lesson you learn about hunting?”
“Don’t get between a dam and her kit?” Sangok asked with uncertainty.
“Precisely, what we have over there is a den full of Antarctic she-wolves trying to protect their young. We can stay here and protect the littlest ones or we can go to the Fire Nation and protect the oldest,” Pakku sighed walking away from the wall he’d been helping create. “I’ve lost Kanna once and never knew she was carrying my child. I owe it to the child she lost running away from me to protect her other children.”
“So we go to battle?” the men asked excitedly. They had never liked the idea of staying home babysitting.
“Yes,” Pakku agreed dryly.
By the time they made it back to the village the women had the war party organized. They had already arranged who was staying with the children too young to fight, rations packed and the boats were being loaded.
“You win, Kanna. We’re going, you women can go back to the village,” Pakku intoned dryly.
“Oh no, you men will need someone to paddle if you want to be in any shape for fighting. We’re going,” She insisted.
“No I refuse to go into battle with a woman. It’s bad luck,” Torluq argued.
“No, it’s bunch of men’s foolishness,” Kanna spat rapidly, “In the old days both men and women fought and the tribes were stronger for it. Why do you think the Sourthern tribe was perceived as such a threat while the Northern went unmolested? We didn’t limit our fighting forces to only those who had a penis. Neither does the Fire Nation and they’ve amassed one of the greatest armies in history.”
“Watch your tongue, Old Woman,” the northern chauvinist threatened.
“Watch yours Torluq,” Pakku barked sharply, “That old woman is my old woman and you’d do well to respect her. We can stand here arguing all day or we can get moving. Kanna is right. Sometimes the difference between a living warrior and a dead one is knowing when lean on his woman. The invasion is in less than a week. They are only chance if we want to make it to the Fire Nation in time for it.”
The men were uneasy but they loaded onto the boats with one Waterbender per ship. They bent the waves simultaneously while the women read the currents they created. Once Amnak found their rhythm she broke the silence and began singing. As one the women joined her; picking up their oars to begin paddling. Soon the melody grew faster as did the speed at which the boats parted the waters.

Sokka, Toph and Aang had made it into the palace only to be sidetracked by Azula. By the time she let them go the eclipse was over. The trio was retreating when Toph suddenly stopped. “Sokka, there’s someone fighting below us.”
She wriggled her toes deeper into the dirt and exclaimed “ It’s Gramps! I’m going to get him. He can be Aang’s Firebending teacher!”
“No, Toph, wait! It’s too dangerous! We have to leave now!” Sokka yelled reaching for her.
“Relaz Snoozles, no Firebender underground is a match for the world’s best Earthbender. We’ll meet you at the rendezvous point,” the dirt devil retorted opening and closing the tunnel before disappearing.
By the time Sokka made it back outside Firebenders were everywhere and their boats were sinking. He rushed to his father’s side, “Dad.”
“Go son, take the smallest and leave. We’ll stay here and surrender,” Hakoda said sadly.
“Toph? Where’s Toph?” Katara asked frantically.
“She went underground. She said she’ll meet us at the rendezvous point,” Sokka quickly answered. “Dad come with us.”
“No son, go. You take the youngest and go.”
“But Dad,” he protested.
“Aaaaiiiiiyeeeeeeeeaaahhhh!”
The otherworldly sound of howling Antarctic wolves and flying boomerangs filled the air as Pakku’s group of warriors arrived just in time to part the Fire Nation blockade and raise the sinking boats for retreat.
“What the-?” Hakoda asked spinning around, that was a Southern war cry but its owner was unfamiliar.
“Amnak. She’s led the hunts the past two years,” Sokka muttered incredulously. He turned to Hakoda confused, “Dad, why are Pakku and women here?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Hakoda shrugged dumbly, “I’m just grateful for their timing,”
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