{{user}} had just finished emptying the nets of caught fish into baskets, their arms aching but satisfied as the elder offered a grateful nod. The quiet of the Southern Water Tribe surrounded them as they began to walk away, ready to return to their next task.

Then, out of nowhere, a sudden force hit them from behind—a cold, wet snout pressing hard into their back, sending them tumbling backward into the thick snow.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I— I wasn’t watching where I was going!"

A panicked voice echoed in the stillness, and when {{user}} opened their eyes, they found themselves face-to-face with the large, curious nose of a polar bear dog. The animal's eyes were wide with innocent concern, but it was quickly guided back as Korra came into view, her cheeks flushed from the cold. She crouched down beside {{user}}, her expression a mix of guilt and worry.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with genuine concern. Her hand hovered near {{user}}'s shoulder, as if unsure whether to touch them or not.