Ever since Marella had met him washed up on the shore of Ranjord, Pontchartrain had tried to explore as much as he could, more so with the waters around rather than the land itself. His aquatis form was…fun. The brute hadn’t swam in forever – the waters around Tarben were too harsh for that. When a howl echoed out, from Aegir, calling for a pack meeting, the Russian blue wolf was floating in the salty waters. He promptly collected himself from his relaxation and swam towards shore to make it to the meeting clearing. Pontchartrain wasn’t surprised that he was one of the last one to arrive. Normally, the brute would be one of the first, but to be honest, many of his worries faded away while here. Most. What he did to Malaren still haunted him, but the father refused to let that show. He gave a small nod hello to the alpha and alphess, making himself comfortable. His eyes scanned over everyone as he waited for the meeting to start, but stopped suddenly on Larentia. She was one of Beartooth’s prior rendezvous, was she not? She was banished too…and, if he remembered correctly, she was also Skadi’s mother.

He made a mental note to talk with her afterwards, as his attention was drawn to Aegir’s announcements. "Greetings, my friends. I felt it time for a meeting since we have not seen each other all together since Marella and I wed. I have some unfortunate news, but with it I have good news as well. As some of you may have heard past the crashing waves of our packs borders, war is brewing in not two, but three packs. My father Beartooth is leading Tarben into war once more against Sabertooth.” That made Pontchartrain stop for a moment. Father? Man, the brute really did have kids all over. ”Another male is laying waste to the northern pack Drekistone as we speak. These wolves are all dangerous and I highly recommend staying out of the North mainlands to those of you not looking to put up a fight. Onto the good news, however. I will be displaying new ranks among you, based on your capability to defend our home and your willingness to do so. Given Enigmas capability to fly and spit fire, he will be ranked as Beta. Pontchartrain has immense knowledge of fighting given he has survived war of his own and was ranked as Beta in Tarben, he will be ranked as Delta. You will train with him in combat, to learn to defend yourselves. We do not attack first, as we do not want to start a quarrel. But should one come about, should any of you become attacked or a target, we will march. If anyone has anything else to add, please inform me now."Ponty nodded at his assignment, and before he spoke, the male known as Enigma thanked both Aegir and Marella. It only made sense for him to follow suit. ”It would be my honor to be Ranjord’s Delta. Thank you, King Aegir and Queen Marella for the opportunity.” He put on a proud smile. The feelings were partly true. There was no doubt the brute would act accordingly in the role, but he also worried for another incident. He’d do his best to prevent any others from occurring.

His attention shifted to Larentia. If he was right that she was Skadi’s mother, well, likely the albino lass wondered why her daughter’s mate was here, but not her own kin. As much as the brute wanted to refrain from sharing his reasons why he was here without her, he would have to eventually. ”Larentia?” He questioned softly as he approached her, gently sitting a comfortable distance to her side. ”I would like to talk in private at some point, if that’s okay with you? It’s nice to see a familiar face around here, though.” He let a nervous, embarrassed smile trace his lips as he spoke the second comment – he wanted to ease tension as best as he could.

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