One moment you are a teenager loping with your friends in a pack, whispering until dawn in your den and the seasons rush by in a kaleidoscope of excitement. Next - you are all adults, competent in your own right and somehow leaving the pack until only you remain. Watching over younger pups well on their way to having it all sorted out without you. How come only you remained? What is the merit of sticking to the same pack for all your friends are long moved on. Its high time to sneak off into the night and find someone to need and someone to need you.
Caspian did not imagine his retirement to be spent running behind a coyote-sized leader. But there he is and there she was. Getting her ass kicked by skunks and vermin. But perhaps there is value to changing up routine, even when it feels like your days are counted and not much time is left at all.
Valley Oak
Valley Oak