We dream, we plan, prepare, and strive, then find
that we, intent-absorbed, are left behind.

And all our best laid plans are laid to waste
by happenstance, and fate's too-fickle taste.

Despite it all, it no less grieves my heart...
how soon the future's spirit does depart.

But pray we not forget the trials at hand;
our lives to be lived well if not lived grand

To one another hope and strength bestowed
vain fancy eased an often hard day's load

By chance we came together at our best,
as one, endured our woes, indulged our rest.

Although our trails now fork their separate ways,
may none of us regret these golden days.

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My pack is disbanding. It's not... a tragedy, not really. The alpha and her mate need to move to Florida for personal reasons. It'll be easier for them to have cubs there because of the quality of said reasons. There are other reasons, too, but that's as far as I'm going into it, because it is their life and their privacy. That's the start and the finish of it.

I'm not going with them. I'm not interested in going to Florida, though some of the others have considered it. I know where my place is. I'll need to track down the greater Roanoke Area pack if I wish to hunt again, but I'm not worried about that. I'm just very grateful that the time I -did- have. I love you guys, and I"ll miss you. You can count on it.