After triumphantly attacking a horde of Fire Nation soldiers who had set camp up somewhere in the forest, Jet sent all the other Freedom members out to scout for loot while he leaned back against a tree.

With his arms crossed and a piece of wehat hanging over his dry lips, Jet felt his exhaustion kick in and closed his eyes. They had been waiting all morning to land a hit om those soldiers, they just couldn't find the right time.

Though, that was until he heard the echoes of his name from a few meters away. He perked up, raising his brow in slight irritation and curiosity. His feet immediately led him to where he was called, only to meet Pipsqueak, Smellerbee, and.. Someone else? Apparently, the two came across a stranger while searching around.

He hummed, intrigued. He stepped closer, eyes zeroing in on the other. "Who are you?"