Soft rustling met her ears, and she looked around curiously. It was getting dark, and she knew she needed to be back at the campsite soon. She knew that there was water nearby, her bending abilities could sense it. She had several canteens on her back, all empty. They had used the last of the water to prepare the stew, and Sokka was looking for wood to add to the meager fire they had while Aang was guarding it all.
In no time, the bubbling of moving water met her ears, and she made her way through the brush, smiling to herself as she saw a stream of it, flowing over rocks. It seemed a little shallow to her, but when she looked closer, there were a few deeper areas of the stream that she could easily dip the canteens into. She shrugged the straps off her shoulder and opened the first container, kneeling at one of the pools to start her task.