The fabric tore with a sound like wet sailcloth ripping. Korra's world tilted violently as her baggy pants and underwear slid down her hips in a single motion. Suddenly her thighs were bare against the biting wind, her buttocks exposed to the polar air. She gasped—not just from the cold, but from the sheer absurdity of being pantsed by her own polar bear dog. Naga stumbled backward, the torn blue cloth dangling from her jaws like a prize flag. Korra's face burned hotter than a firebender's hearth. "Naga! Drop it! Now!"
The polar bear dog cocked her head, tail wagging uncertainly. She dropped the shredded underwear but nudged Korra's bare hip with her wet nose, whining softly. Korra kicked her legs frantically, snow spraying everywhere. "No, bad girl! Go get help!" But Naga only circled her, sniffing at the discarded pants bunched near Korra's ankles. The cold was already creeping up Korra's thighs, sharp as needles. She gritted her teeth. *Think, Korra. You're the Avatar. You've fought spirit monsters. This is just... embarrassing.*
A distant crunch of boots on compacted snow made her freeze. Voices—two men discussing patrol routes—drifted closer. Korra's heart hammered against her ribs. "Naga, hide me!" she hissed. The polar bear dog obediently plopped down beside her, a furry wall blocking the worst of the view. Korra twisted, trying to wiggle her pants back up with frantic toe-hooks. The fabric snagged on her boots. *Come on!* She strained, muscles trembling. If those guards saw Republic City's future Avatar bare-assed in a snowbank...
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