Connor has fond memories of penguin sledding around his village when he was younger, and it's that nostalgia that draws him to the Southern Water Tribe to watch the races, a tradition that seems to have sprung up in the wake of the war. He bets only what little yuan he can spare on the races -- not that he expects to win anything -- and moves into the crowds to watch the results. More than anything, he's happy to see his tribe safe here and at peace, even if after seventy years, none of the faces are familiar, and the settlements have changed and grown beyond recognition.

After the race, he can be found looking for an otter penguin of his own. Not to sled with, since he's outgrown that years ago. Instead, he lures one over to simply to feed it, offering some freshly caught fish and watching in amusement as it tosses its head back and wolfs each fish down with a single gulp.

Many things have changed here, he thinks, but at least the animals have stayed the same.