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Landing on the icy tundra she guided Bunnymund toward were they could see tendrils of smoke snaking their way into the clouds like thin grasping fingers. As they got closer Bunnymund could make out the figures of pooka from a variety of all of the different tribes that he remembered from before Pitch committed mass genocide. "There are more then I could have dreamed there to be here."

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't tell you sooner. You could have been saved a lot of grief if you had known."

"It is partially my own fault. After all if I had only given you the time of day I would have known sooner." Falling quiet they traveled into the village proper. Bunnymund could only absorb the sight of pooka coming and going from burrow to gardens that he realized were communal. As the different pooka wondered in and out of them each pooka would make sure that the gardens were tidied up.

Jack walked beside Bunnymund quietly. She knew that he was having something of a difficult time coming to terms with the existence of more pooka. Looking around her she spotted a familiar pooka with markings that were a mirror of the ones on Bunnymund. "Hey, Lenne, come meet Bunnymund!"

Bunnymund turned in the direction that Jack had turned to and stared. The female pooka coming toward them was a summer pooka. She supported the colors of red and gold, "Hey Jack. So this is the famous guardian of hope?"

"I wouldn't say I was famous." Bunnymund reached up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly.

"Considering you are known around the world I would say you are very famous. I'm Lenne by the way. I'm from Kree's granddaughter," turning toward Jack she grimaced. "Dray is looking for you again. Grear let the cat out of the back when he spoke to Kira when you left."

Ice blue eye widened, "Oh crap!" Looking around her Jack began to slowly slink into the shadows toward a well hidden den. "Do you see him? Bunny is there a male with white and silver fur coming our way? Please tell me I have time to hide."

"Look up," another voice broke in, "Jack, why do you insist on hiding from me? You're going to be my mate some day."

Groaning Jack's shoulders slumped in resignation. Before she could reply a boomerang spun passed her and knock the male off of the roof of the den he was perched on. "Leave frostbite alone. From her reaction to your appearance I would say she would rather disappear into the unknown before she mated with you."

"Nobody asked you old timer. Just because you've been around this long doesn't mean I have to listen to you. You aren't even part of this tribe so you have no say." Dray was as jack had described his fur was white with silver accents though his markings we pale blue in the form of small swirling patterns which told Bunny he belonged to the wind tribe.

"I may not belong to the tribe but at least I know that when a female says no she means no. And from the way Jack is cringing from you I would say you will never have a chance with her."

Behind the two males Jack and Lenne leaned in closer to each other so they could whisper to each other without being heard, "I think Guardian Bunnymund likes you a great deal more then you think he does."

"Nah, he's just saying that 'cause he probably thinks the only one who can make me react in that way is him. He's never shown any other interest in me."

"I do think Lenne has the right of it," broke in a third voice.

"Thank you mother," Lenne said as she stuck her tongue out at Jack.

"You all just want to gang up on me because of how often I'm right and you aren't."

"Maybe," both mother and daughter echoed in sync.

Lenne took the lull in the whispers to look at Bunnymund and Dray only to gasp as she realized they were having a full out fight when Bunnymund finally managed to get in a hit that had Dray laid out on the ground unconscious. "Oh my," she gasped covering her mouth with her paw, "I didn't think that they would fight until one of them was unconscious. I just thought that they would spar a little and be done with it."

"What's done is done," murmured the familiar voice of the elder Raaleigh. "Jack would you please take Bunnymund to the infirmary to make sure he is unharmed?"

"Certainly elder."