"Well, we won't be going out there any time soon. . ." Sokka shivered as he retied the flap of the tent tightly, then turned back towards Zuko with big, pleading eyes.

Zuko glared out of the fur he had wrapped around himself. "Weren't you born and raised in this kind of territory?"

"Please," Sokka wheedled, settling at Zuko's side and pressing up against him, "it's cold. . ." he added unnecessarily, then grinned brightly as Zuko huffed, shifting closer, and then let out a slow breath of fire, body warming rapidly under the layers of fur.