Pitch’s presence dissipated into the shadows and was heard no more. For the time being anyway.<br/><br/>Tooth came zipping up as fast as he could behind Sandy, coming to stop and hovering in the air to Jackie’s right. He had a sheepish smile as he tried to control his panting from a thousand miles of continuous flight. As he tried to smooth his feathers suddenly he realized they were covered with a dusting of sand.<br/><br/>“Uggh! Sandy!” he said as he tried to brush himself off. After a moment he collected himself.<br/><br/>“Sorry, um Jackie – right?” he asked, doing his best to sound cool and failing at it. The two of them had met before but it has been a few generations since they spoke to one another. “I’m Tootharan, but everyone calls me… Tooth,” he added with a warm smile. “Can I just say that… well… you have some great choppers in there.” While odd, his words were spoken as a genuine compliment.<br/><br/>“So… Sandy and I were wondering if you were free tomorrow. For a… well… a meeting. With the Guardians. At the North Pole. It would let you check on your Christmas list…”