Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Pitch laughed at that. "You don't really think you can, do you?" He asked her. "That's so precious. Good bye, Jack. I do hope we meet again." Pitch shot them a menacing grin then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Jack leaned back. "I need to go warn someone," he said immediately.
Jack leaned back. "I need to go warn someone," he said immediately.