She didn't wait for them to land. Korra leapt from the balcony, a spiral of air cushioning her fall, while Mako and Bolin flanked her from the training courts.
Korra looked up. A flock of dark, gliderting shapes descended from the clouds. It wasn't the Red Lotus—not yet. It was a group of Earth Kingdom bounty hunters, led by a metalbender with a cruel streak, looking to "reclaim" the new airbenders for the Earth Queen’s secret army. Avatar: The Legend of Korra Book 3: Change
As the hunters retreated, the air nomads cheered. But Korra remained still, looking toward the horizon where the Red Lotus still lurked. She realized that being the Avatar in this new age wasn't about maintaining the old world's walls—it was about protecting the people while those walls crumbled. She didn't wait for them to land
"Zaheer isn't just another warlord, Asami," Korra replied, taking a mug. She looked down at her hands. After the Harmonic Convergence, the world had physically changed—vines choked Republic City and random citizens were suddenly bending air—but the shift in the atmosphere felt more ominous. "He believes chaos is the natural order. And for the first time, I don’t know if punching my way out of this is the answer." A flock of dark, gliderting shapes descended from the clouds
Their moment was shattered by a sharp whistle from Kai, the street-smart kid who had become the temple's unofficial lookout. "Leathery wings! Coming in fast!"
The wind whistling through the columns of the Northern Air Temple was no longer lonely. For Tenzin, the sound of dozens of clumsy, new Airbeaders practicing their breathwork was a melody he had waited a lifetime to hear. But for Korra, the air felt heavy.