Mutakka had sat quietly beside the river, moving small streams of water above the river with a sigh. It had been a long seven years since he had left the northern tribes, and he had done little to master his waterbending. There seemed to be little in way of teachers outside of the tribes, and he had only grown meagerly in skill since he left. The streams of water slipped into the river as he heard a splash, shocking him out of his daze.