The weather was cooling down from the summer, it had seemed like that was only days ago since the temperatures had dropped drastically. Since his discovery of wielding the power of mist, fog, and the like, on the beach with Calore and Damian, the almost blue-hued male had gone a bit psychotic. Memories from his namesake were taunting his mind, flashes of his friends Darius and Nolan as they sank to the bottom of that damned lake. Damian looked so similar to Darius, and Calore had attributes that Nolan had. Remembering the finer details of that event was still hard for Ponty, but he did not necessarily want to remember – there was a gut feeling that Ponty did not want to know what happened. This curse laid on him by the witch would be with him for his entire life. The Russian blue hued male gazed at his reflection in Star Lake. A sigh exited his maw, his silver eyes turning to look at the way from which the lake appeared to originate from. Ponty, in the split moment, decided that he would follow it. Maybe he would find a less populated lake.

He landed just outside of snowy, ice capped lands when he heard a howl from a male, calling for members to join a new pack – Tarben. His silver eyes darted from the Ice Caps to the origin of the sound – admist the dense air, he saw shadows in the far distance collecting shortly after the howl. Pontchartrain felt a strong pull to these lands, these figures, despite not being much of a social wolf. They surely would need some warriors, which this male surely could provide. He stood slightly taller than the average wolf, in addition to being slightly bulkier than average. In addition, Ponty could camouflage in a sense with his newfound ability to control mist. Hell, he did that on the shores not even a few months ago. It was decided – the Russian blue hued male started to head towards this gathering in the far distance. And, to not stick out too much, Pontchartrain put up a barrier of mist, almost making himself vanish amongst the thick, wintry air.

It appeared he had come at a time of family argument. He pulled down his mist as soon as he was within fifteen feet of the clearing, approaching slowly, but with a posture that exuded confidence. The male covered in browns, tans, and blacks with the cyan eyes appeared to be the alpha and possibly the mate and father to many of the wolves here. Pontchartrain had noticed a female in a cage made of icicles, and as much as Ponty wanted to ask, he refrained and instead kept his steely gray eyes on the male in charge, who was actually just a little smaller than himself. Beartooth had started his speech shortly after Ponty had appeared, so the russian blue hued male let his body relax a little as he took in this male’s words. The rules Beartooth had laid down…seemed a little, ruthless. But there was a part of Pontchartrain that nagged him to stay, a strong desire that he needed this. He reflected the smiles that Beartooth had expressed, his white tipped tail waving softly.

Upon Beartooth’s conclusion of his speech, Pontchartrain stepped forward, giving a small bow. ”Beartooth. I am Pontchartrain, and I would love to be considered a fellow dane under your reign.” The Russian blue hued male then stepped back slightly, his gaze orienting to the young albino femme towards his side, the one known as Princess Skadi. He bowed to her as well, speaking once again. ”And Princess Skadi, it is a pleasure.” His words were not flirtatious in any manner, rather only displaying utmost respect. It had seemed that one wrong move would get Ponty in trouble, and he certainly did not want that to happen. That wrong move certainly could be flirting with the alpha’s daughter in the alpha’s presence as an outsider, not even officially pack member yet. Though, Ponty did have to admit, Skadi was very pretty, her pure white coat blending in almost seamlessly with the environment and her red eyes as bright as rubies, but also holding back some kind of flame. Whether that flame be a hidden anger or passion, Pontchartrain still found some interest in them.

Pontchartrain looked back to Beartooth, speaking to him once more. ”Although I do not have the power to control ice such as you do,” he spoke, his gaze flicking to Larentia trapped in that icicle cage before attempting to meet Beartooth’s eyes once more. Ponty continued, ”I have the ability to control the moisture in the air – mist and fog mainly. It kept me hidden for the most part upon arriving here. I’d like to offer that protection to yourself but also Tarben.”

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