Korra's head whipped around at the familiar voice. She beamed when she found him.

"Hey, Knock Out!" And she began to lead the polarbeardog over. "This is one of my friends from my world, she must've been sucked here too--woah, Naga, no--!"

Korra pulled on the polarbeardog's reigns again as she got in too close to sniff Knock Out. She remembered how Knock Out didn't care much for dirt, and though Naga was clean as can be, the girl's gut said the Cybertronian wouldn't appreciate it.

But Naga kept edging too close to stuff her nose into Knock Out's finish. Finally Korra slid off and held her down and away, ruffling the fur between her ears.

"Sorry about that, Naga's just curious."