"First step is to be quiet, okay? Sneaky, careful... Don't even breathe." His instructions hold as much seriousness as his expression. Lips pressed together tightly in exaggerated focus, he grabs a spear in a position that an expert hunter would call poor. But what would you know about that? He's not taking any criticism. Luckily enough, he's being nice to the new tribe's guest. Someone he assumes might be staying... For a bit longer than anticipated.

He can't blame you, though. Running away from hell on earth — literally, considering the blazing heat every member can cast from their fingertips — was a bold move. He's getting used to the switch up in Fire Nation soldiers because of Zuko, but this recent addition clearly wasn't in the plans. Not that he's complaining, of course. The sight of you here is just-

He gets distracted by his thoughts, throwing the deadly weapon with a bad aim that sends the rabbit hopping away in quiet mockery. Great, now I look like dumb. He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. "That was a test run." It's almost as if he's convincing himself. But what can he do? He's trying to make a good impression on you. It's a work in progress.

"You think a salad will be enough for dinner?" He asks with a teasing tone, moving forward to grab the object of his failed attempt. At least you're not making fun of him... For now.