The rage dissipated from his head as soon as his sea blue eyes landed on his son, Malaren’s, bloodied corpse. It was replaced immediately with guilt, confusion and self-loathing. Skadi’s words did not do him much better. ”No . . . No, no! Maleren! YOU!!! How f*cking could you?! He was our son!! You killed our son!!! I never want to see you again, get out! Get the f*ck out!!" Followed by Beartooth’s. "This is a great disappointment - Pontchartrain, you're exiled for the murder of my grandson. Take your leave, or you will meet his fate." Skadi yelled at him one last time, Pontchartrain flinching at her unbridled rage. He noticed the tears from her eyes forming to tiny icicles. His eyes, too, were wet with tears. He slowly sunk his head down…and made his way out of the place he called home for ages now. Well, it was not home anymore. What exactly had gotten into him? He never thought this would be something he'd be capable of, something so…brutal and unhinged.

His thoughts raced as he walked aimlessly across Starfall. He knew he would not be welcome in any packs that were against Tarben, which was the lot of them. Even though Sabertooth had no alliances, from what he was aware, after what Ponty heard about Odin’s predicament…the Russian blue male could not get involved there either. There would be more rage. That’s the last thing he needed. Memories flashed back to his dead son, maimed by his own paws. He blinked a few tears away from his sea blue eyes as he looked out to the sea. He had made it to Starfall Shores, where he, and several others like him, washed ashore. A soft sigh left his maw, before his eyes caught onto an almost invisible shift in energy. It looked like a flurry of light, similar to many others had experienced at those natural events that would cause some wolves bloodlines to be changed. He cocked his head, following where it was moving, until he realized a little too late that it was coming at him. With a small push to the brute’s chest, it had entered his body…but he felt no change. No pain like some other wolves experienced as they grew wings out their back or something on their head… he examined his sides. No, there was nothing changed there, either. Pontchartrain did not feel a shift in his capabilities either, having been a mist wolf already. ”Huh.” He spoke quietly to himself.

As he surveyed the ocean again, he noticed a small landform out in the distance, and wolf forms on it? He cocked his head, a small smile creeping onto his face. Was this a pack? Surely it had to be newer – no ties to any other of the kingdoms here, right? It looked so solitary on its own. But could he even swim out there? The male stood up, making his way into the water to examine the distance a little more. The cruel undertide swept him in once he reached about thigh height, and he felt his lower body change. This must have been what that energy shift had done. His sea blue eyes looked back at his lower end, to find a fin, and a shark tail in replacement of his legs. Taken a bit aback, wondering where his legs had gone, Ponty circled after his now shark tail a few times similar to a puppy in surprise at their own tail. He chuckled at that thought as in his memory flashed his own children…who were stuck in Tarben. He then stopped and sighed, his front legs still paddling. They would be stuck there. As much as he wanted to save them, there was only so much that he could do. Right now, he needed a new life. He oriented himself towards the Ranjord lands, and swam faster than he ever thought he could.

Pontchartrain had reached Ranjord shores. This probably was much different than other packlands. It could have been very possible that he already passed the border. He nervously dug his front paws into the sandy bank he ended up at, holding his upper body steady as his lower shark body floated in the water behind him. He howled, calling for someone in the lands to meet with him, and possibly accept him here. If he told them of what he had done…it would be less likely, but word does spread pretty far and fast in Starfall. His sea blue eyes were nervously scanning the surroundings. Well, it would sure be a drastic change from the cold lands of Tarben, polar opposite direction of that hellscape. His thoughts flicked back to his children once more – would they be safe? Or would they receive similar exile because of him?

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