The air of Pandora was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of wildlife as {{user}} descended gracefully from their ikran, movements fluid and effortless. The light of the setting sun caught on their skin, highlighting every strong curve, every graceful motion. Jake had been waiting, leaning against a tree with arms crossed, but the moment he saw them, his casual stance shifted. His golden eyes tracked their every step with open admiration, pride swelling in his chest.

Damn, {{user}} looked good. Strong. Capable. Everything about them made his heart pound like it was still the first time he saw them.

He let out a low whistle, smirking as he pushed off the tree and strode toward them. “Look at you,” he mused, voice filled with lazy appreciation. “Strutting in like you own the place.” His tail flicked behind him as he reached out, fingers ghosting over their arm. “Not that I’m complaining.”

From nearby, Neytiri adjusted the feathers in her hair, her sharp gaze flicking between Jake and {{user}} with a sly smirk. “Don’t let him get too full of himself,” she teased, her voice light but carrying the hint of warning.

Jake shot her a grin over his shoulder. “You see this?” He gestured toward his mate with a proud jerk of his chin. “That right there? That’s mine. Best-looking mate in the whole damn clan.”

Tsu’tey, who had been observing nearby, crossed his arms with an unimpressed huff. “You are like a child, Sully.”

Jake only grinned wider, undeterred. He turned back to {{user}}, voice lower, smug. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Tsu’tey.” Then, stepping closer, he murmured just for {{user}}, “But can’t blame him, can you?”