The Russian blue colored male figured today would just be another normal day, that is, he would go on a hunt, practice with his ability to produce mist, and just relax. He knew Skadi did not want much to do with him lately, and as much as he was saddened, the brute knew he was not quite her type. She was used to being a highly desired princess and enjoyed being fought over, wanting a male who would disrespect her more than Pontchartrain felt comfortable doing. He sighed. He was not happy with the relationship either, but he wanted to remain high ranked under Beartooth’s ruling, and thusly, more respected. His sea blue eyes pierced through the mist he had created in his training area, but quickly glazed over as a call broke out challenging him for Skadi.

His brain did not process the fact it was his own son calling for the challenge, rather, it was like a switch flipped in the large grey wolf’s brain, one that had not been switched on for a long while. The last time was when his two friends, Darius and Nolan, had drowned in his namesake – Lake Pontchartrain. It was only this side of Ponty’s mind that knew of his prior wrongdoings, yes, the russian blue male had killed his friends. However, because of how trauma blocking in the brain works, kind Pontchartrain did not remember it that way. Swiftly, Pontchartrain turned on his feet and ran towards the source of the call – the meeting clearing. Mist seeped out from underneath his paws at every point of contact with the snowy and icy ground. It did not take him long to get there – and once he did, he would pounce, aiming to first pin the male, whoever it was, down. Surely the male could miss a few times as he almost blindly charged, but eventually, because of the mist overtaking the field, the challenger was becoming disoriented whilst Pontchartrain could see clearly due to his practicing. The Russian blue male lunged, successfully knocking the challenger down.

Pontchatrain’s maw found its way around the male’s throat quickly thereafter and clamped down. As the male pulled away, he felt the jugular vein rip and vertebrate in the neck snap.

The russian blue male then stood, panting as the mist dissipated. As the air cleared, Ponty’s mindset changed back to his usual self – the one that did not know of his past killings, but also the one who did not know what he just did. His sea blue eyes cleared and immediately locked onto his son, Malaren, laying on the icy ground, neck bloody and shredded. As the blood began to pool around the site of injury, and the iron scent filled the beta’s nares but also became apparent on his maw, Pontchartrain froze. ”No…no no no no.” Pontchartrain spoke, fear in his voice. ”There’s no…no way…I…I…” The brute began to step backward, shaking with every step and almost losing his balance several times, tail tucked between his legs. If anyone else was around, they would slowly come into his view as the mist dissipated more.

OOC: Metalhead’s permission granted to kill Malaren via powerplaying.

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