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The two groups, three if you count that Bunny traveled on his own, arrived at a wooded clearing with a small pool of water that was the spirit Glen. Bunny popping up right as North's portal closed. The wolfs and Guardians approached each other till they were only a few feet apart.

Mysheara steeped forward and spook in a calm voice. "Welcome Nicolas St. North, spirit of Christmas and Guardian of Wonder. E. Aster Bunnymund, spirit of Easter and Guardian of Hope. Queen Toothiana, leader of the Tooth fairies and Guardian of Memories. Sanderson Mansnoozie, protector of wishes and Guardian of Dreams. Thank you for coming to meet with me. If I understand correctly, you were seeking my son, Jack Frost, because The Moon believes he can help you fight Pitch Black."

That is correct; Manny has chosen Jack to be next Guardian." North's reply sent a reaction through the four wolfs. Everyone in the pack knew that Jack had been asking The Moon for answer to his questions. Each attempt had received only silence.

"That's why I came to get him. Before you all showed up and started acting like I was dinner!" Bunny stepped forward, his anger having returned, to make his point.

"Mother?" Mysheara looked at her three wolfs, she knew that E. Aster's comment would stir there need to defend their brother's and their actions. The three wolfs had been told to leave the talking to her, there for if they had something they wished to say they needed her permission. In this way the spirit wolfs showed there respect to the Guardians and it kept arguments from braking out.

"You may speak, but remember. You are to show respect to the warriors of The Moon!" Mysheara gave them a look, which calmed there mounting rage. When she had received there nods of promise, she motioned then to step forward.

Her daughter spook first. "May I inquire what lead up to the moment we arrived?"

Bunny looked at her, "I tracked Jack to Burgress, and started to talk with him. Then when the Yetis came he attacked us"

"Excuse the interruption," spook one of the males. "But did the yetis by chance seek up on him?"

"Well, ok yes."

"Am I wrong in guessing, that after that he got in a crouch and tried to warn you to get away?"

"Ah, he did growl." Bunny was starting to become unsure of himself.

The second male spook now, "Did you advance? Did you have anything that may have frightened him?"

Tooth's feathers puffed out in her anger. "I told you! I said that trying to put him in a sack was a bad idea."

The three younger wolfs hunched their backs and broke into four harmonized, and fierce, growls.

"CALM!" Mysheara barked.

"No, no! It is I voh should ask for forgiveness. I vas the one vho came up with idea of sack!" North said to reassure them, after Mysheara's scolding.

The daughter calmed herself. "I thank you for the apology! We came to Jack because he howled for help. We arrived to find E. Aster Bunnymund and may have jumped to conclusions."

Sandy came forwards; he created a clock ticking backwards and then moved it behind a picture of all of those present. Then he showed them all waking forwards.

"Your right Sanderson Mansnoozie, we should move forward. I wish to ask The Moon himself about all this." Mysheara came to the edge of the pool where The Moon's reflection showed brightly. She lifted her head and howled.

"Great Moon,

I humbly ask: Do you wish for Jack to join your warriors?"

Instead of speaking just to Mysheara, for the Guardians could not hear him through his Moon beams, The Moons glow created a spot of light on the ground and a silhouette of jack appeared. The light shone brightly around his form.

That was enough for Mysheara, she turned to the Guardians. "Jack is at the Den resting. If you will hold onto one of us we will shimmer travel you there."

After calling the pack to let them know what was happening. The four wolfs, each with a Guardian on their back (or in North's and Bunny's case holding there neck scruff), shimmered to the Den.