((How old is Korra in this RP?))
Tonraq could not help but hear the roar of the polar bear dog and froze momentarily, before he reassured himself that it was, indeed, Naga, and not another of the vicious predators. Attacks were rare, but not unknown, and though his daughter had apparently tamed one, no one else in the history of the tribe had ever done so.
As it was, he was slightly surprised to see Korra, riding atop the massive bear dog's back, draw so close before spotting him, though he figured he must be concealed by the shadows of the village at night. He folded his arms across his broad chest and sighed, shaking his head, the cold, still air of the night carrying his daughter's words to him.
"Korra!" he called, not caring if anyone else was up and about to hear him scold her, perhaps slightly wishing someone *was*, as maybe a bit of deserved humiliation would make her more mindful, "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"
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